“Spread the shawl on the ground about here,” directed Mrs. Delight, pointing with the tip of her slipper to a little clearing. “Strew the cushions around, and—”
“Open up the lunch!” interrupted Mr. Darling, setting up his camera. “I don’t want to take my picture until the eating begins, and the sun is about right now.”
“His old picture is just an excuse to eat”, remarked Mrs. Darling.
“Better give de ole dog sump’in to eat. Den he won’t be boddering so much,” said Dinah.
“Well, let me see,—he’s had twelve cookies,” reflected Mrs. Delight. “Give him three more and let him go over on that little hill to eat them.”
“Can’t he hab apple dumpling?” asked Dinah anxiously.
“Give Dumpling Delight a delightful dumpling,” sang Mr. Darling. “Now, all ready! Take up a sandwich, Mrs. D., and look pleasant!”
“Now let’s take them down to the lake,” suggested Betsey, poking the last crumb under Dumpling’s muzzle.
When they reached the big, white-tiled bathroom, they found the bathtub filled with water, a wharf across it, and a beautiful, dark green sailboat floating gracefully up and down with the waves. And the waves were so very lively that it seemed as if someone must be quite near. Betsey glanced behind the door.
“O here’s the Mr. Wind that made the waves,” she said gaily, pulling Tom down to the lake.