“That will make us late getting home, I fear,” Mary Frances parleyed.
“No, sir-ee!” Billy smiled, “Father’s going to drive over for us!”
“Oh, isn’t that fine!” cried the girls, opening the baskets.
They ate as only hungry children can eat.
“Here comes Father—just in time for dessert,” cried Billy suddenly, and all ran to meet him.
They reached home before dark, and were welcomed by a smiling mother.
“Our wild flower picnic was a success after all,” Mary Frances said, kissing her and giving her the beautiful flowers.