"Isn't this fun?" cried Nan to Dorothy.
"Indeed it is! Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am that you asked me to come on this trip!"
"Oh! Look at that big bug!" suddenly cried Freddie, and he made a jump toward his mother, to get out of the way of a big cricket that had hopped onto the white table cloth.
"Look out, Freddie!" called his father. "You'll upset your glass of lemonade!"
Mr. Bobbsey spoke too late. Freddie's heel kicked over the glass, and the lemonade spilled right into Mrs. Bobbsey's lap.
"Oh, Freddie!" cried Bert.
"Never mind—it's an old dress," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, "and there's more lemonade. Accidents will happen on picnics. Never mind, Freddie."
The cricket was "shooed" away by Nan, Freddie's glass was filled again, and the picnic went on merrily. Soon it was time to go back to the boat.
As they walked along through the woods, Mr. Bobbsey glanced up now and then through the trees at the sky.
"Do you think it's going to rain?" his wife asked.