"No, let's make up our own minds," Phyllis insisted. "If we were only at Old Chester we could have a picnic."
"But there'd be no one to go to it but Harry Waters and the Blakes," Janet reminded her.
"That's right, I forgot Peter and Jack are at school; but anyhow a picnic would be fun."
"Where could you have one around here?" Janet demanded, practical as ever.
Phyllis looked at her disapprovingly.
"Jan, you're a wet blanket!" she exclaimed.
"I'm not. I'm only trying to be sensible."
"Well, stop; it's too gorgeous a day to be anything but happy, so don't let's bother about that stupid party any more."
"What party was ever stupid, may I ask?" a voice inquired from above them, and they looked up to see Mr. Keith.
They made room for him on the bench, and he sat down between them.