The simplicity of Philip’s picnic made it an easy matter to pack up to go home, as there was little beside the tablecloth to take with them, and so they were soon ready for the homeward trip.
As host, Philip sent off the other cars first, and, after they were all started, he stepped into the Swift Camilla, beside Patty, who was already in the driving seat.
“I’m going to drive home, you know,” she said. “I’m simply dying to get hold of this steering bar once more.”
“All right; you may drive, but let’s go round the other route; it’s only a little bit longer.”
“How much longer?”
“Not more than a mile or two,—two at the most.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“Positive!”
“All right; then we’ve time enough. Where do we turn off?”
“At this next turn to the left. That takes us around past Berry Hill, and so on around by Blue Lake.”