“I’m sure we’ll have enough,” Doris laughed. “Marshmallow’s mother is a wonderful cook and he always brings enough for six.”
True to their word, Dave and Marshmallow drove up to the mansion gate the next morning shortly after ten o’clock.
“We’d have been here sooner but Marshmallow had so much food to pack, you know,” Dave told the girls as he helped them into the car.
It was an ideal day for a picnic, bright but not too warm. Doris and Kitty were relieved that the sky was clear, for the memory of the storm which had nearly overtaken them on their last picnic was still vivid.
“Where are we going?” Doris asked.
“Oh, there’s a place not far from here called Eagle’s Point. I though we might try that.”
“Sounds interesting,” Kitty declared.
A short drive west of the town brought them to a winding and heavily wooded road. Following this they climbed a steep hill and came to a halt at the brow of a cliff. Parking the car they climbed out and walked over to the edge of the precipice and looked down upon a lake, crystal clear and as blue as the sky it reflected. Only a short distance from the road a stone fireplace had been built and picnic tables had been provided. A spring provided clear, cold water.
The girls were delighted at the spot and announced they would look no farther for a picnic place. Dave and Marshmallow locked the car and carried the heavy lunch hampers to the tables. Marshmallow began to unpack the dishes but Doris and Kitty stopped him.
“You don’t want to eat yet,” they protested.