"Oh, yes, Bunker is coming," said Mother Brown.
"He is going to sit on a box in back of the last seat, and hold the lunch baskets, so they won't bounce out of the wagon," explained Grandpa Brown.
"And I'll hold 'em good and tight!" laughed Bunker. "I won't let 'em go overboard."
To go "overboard," means, of course, to fall out of a boat.
Now the wagon, in which Bunny Brown and the others rode to the picnic, was not a boat. But you see Bunker Blue was so used to being in and about boats that he always talked of them, speaking as sailors do. If anything is lost out of a boat, it goes "overboard," and that was what Bunker was not going to let happen to the lunch baskets on the picnic trip.
"For if the lunch goes overboard we'd go hungry," he said. "So I'll hold the baskets."
"These horses can't go as fast as my nice team, that the Gypsies took," said Grandpa Brown, when they were all ready to start.
"Well, we're in no hurry," said Grandma Brown. "The picnic will last all day."
As grandpa drove out on the road Bunny and Sue saw many wagons, from other farms, coming along. It seemed that all who could were coming to the Sunday-school picnic, which was held every year. In many of the farm-wagons were boys and girls. Bunny and Sue looked at them, wondering if any of the little folks would play with them.
Even if grandpa's second team of horses did not go very fast, they were soon at the picnic grounds, in a grove of trees, near a pretty little lake. Grandpa put his wagon and horses under a shed, with many others. The baskets of lunch were left there in the shade, and while the older folk found some benches to sit on, and talk, Bunny and Sue, with other boys and girls, walked off through the woods to see what they could find.