After one or two vain attempts, Kitty sent a good-sized pebble straight through the open window, and it landed on the floor straight beside King's bed.
In another moment a tousled head and a pair of shoulders, humped into a bathrobe, appeared at the window.
Seeing the girls, King's face broke into a broad grin. "Well, you do beat all!" he cried. "Have you been out all night?"
"No," called Kitty, "we're just playing around in the morning. It's perfectly lovely out, King, and we're going to have a picnic, rowing on the river. But we can't go unless you'll come too, so bob into your clothes and come, won't you?"
"You bet I will! Isn't anybody up?"
"Nobody but us," said Marjorie; "so don't make any noise. Slide down the back stairs and through the kitchen."
"Got any feed for your picnic?"
"We're going to get some. You hurry down and we'll be ready."
"All right," and the tousled head disappeared. The girls went noiselessly into the kitchen and on through into the pantry. As Marjorie had surmised, the pantry shelves were well-stocked, and they found doughnuts, little pies, and cold chicken in abundance. Kitty found a goodly-sized basket, and remembering King's appetite, they packed it well.
"Here's some hard-boiled eggs," cried Marjorie, "let's take these."