"Slid out the back door," said Marjorie; "isn't it larky to be around so early in the morning?"
"Perfectly fine! How long are you girls going to stay?"
"Not quite a week, I think," said Kitty, and Marjorie added, "So we want to cram all the fun we can into these few days, and so we thought we'd begin early."
"All right," said Molly, taking her literally, "let's begin right now."
"Oh, we can't do anything now," said Marjorie, "that is, nothing in p'ticular."
"Pooh! yes, we can! It's only about half-past five, and we don't have breakfast till eight, do you?"
"Yes, Grandma has it at eight," said Marjorie, "but, gracious, I'll be starved to death by that time! I'm so hungry now I don't know what to do!"
"I'll tell you what," began Kitty, and upon her face there dawned that rapt expression, which always appeared when she was about to propose something ingenious.
"What?" cried Midget and Molly, both at once.
"Why," said Kitty, impressed with the greatness of her own idea, "let's have a picnic!"