"Oh, I see! Why, yes, I rather guess we can dress up."
"I'll wear a red, white, and blue sash, and a liberty cap," said Midget, her eyes dancing.
"Oh, we can do better than that," responded Cousin Jack. "Let's see; we'll make it a sort of reception affair, and you, Mehitabel, can be the Goddess of Liberty, or Miss Columbia, whichever you like. Hezekiah, you can be Uncle Sam! Your respected Cousin Ethel and I will guarantee your costume."
"I want to be a somefin'," spoke up Rosamond, who had been allowed to stay up later than usual, in honor of the guests.
"So you shall, Babykins. I guess we'll let Sister be Miss Columbia, and you shall be a dear little Goddess of Liberty all your own self! How's that?" and Cousin Jack beamed at the smiling Rosy Posy.
"Now, where shall the picnic be?" asked Cousin Ethel, ready to help along the plans.
"There's a lovely grove over beyond the pier," said Midget; "we might go there."
"The very place!" said Cousin Jack; "and we'll have a sand-pail picnic. Didn't you say your coat-of-arms was a sand-pail?"
"Yes, that's the Emblem of the Club."
"And a fine emblem for a picnic. We'll have pails of sandwiches and cakes, and a pail of lemonade, and a pail of ice cream. How's that for emblems?"