"And we'll greatly enjoy it," Dick went on, "if Dr. Bentley will also come. Is your father here, Miss Meade?"
"I'm sorry to say that he isn't," Belle answered. "A real picnic, in real woods, beside real water, would appeal to him strongly."
"But we haven't fixed upon the date," cried Susie impatiently.
"How would to-morrow night do?" Dick suggested.
"Famously," Laura replied. "Now, boys, you catch the fish to-morrow afternoon, and don't bother so much about the other things to eat. We won't have any canned stuff in our famous feast. We girls will bring all the garden stuff."
"And will steal it from the farmers, at that," added Susie teasingly.
"Yes, you will!" mocked Danny Grin good-humoredly.
"I give you our word that we'll steal everything that we bring in the garden line," Susie declared vigorously.
"Then you'll arrange it with the farmer in advance," Greg laughed.
"I give you our word that we won't do that, either," laughed Laura, coming to her friend's support, though she had no idea what was passing in Susie's busy little head.