"What nonsense!" exclaimed Ada. "You are only trying to take us in. Though there are donkeys and Melton Castle, there are certainly no rolled tongue and pickled salmon."
"Are there not? So much you know, Miss Ada."
"But, Walter, you should not tell them your bill of fare so early in the day," said Nellie, laughing.
"Well, anyone who likes all these dainties combined, must be at this door at half-past eleven precisely."
"What for?" asked Netta with wide-open eyes.
"You will see. By the bye, Netta, do you like a saddle or a chair?"
"A saddle, of course," answered Netta with dignity; "should not you, Isabel? That is, if you mean for a donkey ride."
"But what are you going to do, Walter?" asked Arthur; "but I guess."
"A picnic!" growled Walter in a sepulchral tone.
They all laughed joyfully.