“I certainly think there’s more sense in staying at home and eating one’s food in comfort, than dragging it out of doors and eating it under the most miserable conditions imaginable, for no conceivable reason—” said General Kendal suddenly and strongly.
Everyone looked a little disconcerted, and Dolly Kendal said in a determined tone that picnics were great fun, if one took the rough with the smooth and didn’t mind things.
“Why not let’s walk—some of us?” Bill Patch suggested. “It’s not more than a mile or so, through the woods.”
“No need to walk. There are plenty of conveyances,” said Leeds, in rather an offended way.
“Well, who’ll go in the second car?” cried Mrs. Leeds. “Let me see—Miss Kendal, Captain Patch, Major Ambrey—and what about you, Mrs. Fazackerly?”
“I should love to,” said Mrs. Fazackerly.
“That leaves the other Miss Kendal, and Mrs. Harter and Mrs. Kendal, oh, and Mrs. Ambrey—”
She began to look rather helpless again.
“My two-seater is here,” suggested Christopher.
“Oh, but do let some of us walk. It would be so nice to walk,” Sallie declared.