"When did I promise?"
"Yesterday."
"Oh—now—"
"You remember; very well. It was to be eaten, you will recollect, on the hill, yonder, to the west, to which our steps were to tend."
"Our picnic! Oh, yes! My goodness gracious! how could I forget it! Come on, Reddie—come and help me to persuade Mrs. Scowley to undo the preserve-jar."
Redbud laughed.
"May I go!" said Verty.
"Certainly, sir; you are not at liberty to refuse. Who would talk with
Reddie!"
"I don't think—" murmured Redbud, hesitating.
"Now!" cried Fanny, "did anybody ever!"