“Of course.”
“With things to eat?” asked Russ.
“Surely,” said his mother. “Now off to bed with you! Up early, and we’ll have a fine picnic in the woods.”
You may be sure that not one of the six little Bunkers overslept the next day. Bright and early they were up, and soon they started for the picnic grounds in the big hay wagon, on which some straw had been scattered to make soft seats.
“I wonder if anything will happen to-day?” said Rose to Russ, as they rode off with their lunches.
“What do you mean?” he inquired.
“I mean anything like an adventure.”
“Oh, maybe we’ll find a—snake!” and Russ laughed as he saw his sister jump, for Rose did not like snakes.
“You’re a horrid boy!” she murmured.
But an adventure quite different from finding a snake happened to the six little Bunkers.