"I 'spect Eliza wants them for salad or something," said Kitty, "but she can boil more. We must take some milk, Midget."
"Yes, here's a big pitcher full. Let's put it in a tin pail to carry it.
The milkman will be here in time for breakfast."
And so when King came softly downstairs, with his shoes in his hand, he found the luncheon basket packed, and the feminine portion of the picnic all ready to start.
"Good work!" he said, approvingly, as he lifted the basket, greatly pleased with its size and weight.
Molly carried the milk pail, Kitty some glasses and Marjorie some napkins and forks, for she was of a housewifely nature, and liked dainty appointments.
"Maybe we ought to leave a note or something," said Kitty, as they started.
"Saying we've eloped," said King, grinning.
"Don't let's bother," said Marjorie; "they'll know we're just out playing somewhere, and we'll be back by breakfast time,—it isn't six o'clock yet."
"You won't want any breakfast after all this stuff," said Molly, whose appetite was not as robust as the Maynards'.
"'Deed we will!" declared King; "this little snack is all right for six o'clock, but I have an engagement at eight in the dining-room."