"Part of them," Phyllis laughed.
"Well, I have a message for them both. They are to be ready to go on a picnic Saturday morning at ten o'clock."
"Oh, but—" gasped Phyllis.
"And in the meantime they are not to worry about their guests. They have all been invited and they have all accepted," the voice went on, "and they are not to worry about food either, for the luncheon has all been attended to." The voice stopped.
"Is that you, Mr. Keith?" Phyllis demanded, but a laughing "good night" was her only answer.
She flew back to the snuggery to tell Janet the news, and they both went down to the library to tell Auntie Mogs. She did not look as surprised as she might have been expected to, but they were too excited to notice that.
"What do you suppose he means?" Phyllis demanded. "Where can we be going?"
"Auntie Mogs, do say something," Janet begged.
"Wait and see,"—Miss Carter laughed, and they had to be content with that.
Saturday dawned clear and warm; the sun beamed and spread his rays to the farthest corner of the sky. It looked as though some one had ordered a day for a picnic, and Dame Nature had done her best to satisfy them.