“Oh, I almost forgot that! And I only have twenty more to get for my coup for wild flowers,” cried Edith, running indoors.
“Anna, are you quite sure we packed enough sandwiches?” asked Mrs. Remington, turning to the governess as she came from the house.
Anna laughed. “If the heaped-up loads I saw taken by slow freight via the wheel-barrow route a few moments ago are all eatables, I should say we could feed the starving Belgians for a week, at least!”
“Oh, well, Anna, you know how our children eat and then there will be the Rosemary folks and all of the Isola Bella people, too!” reminded Mrs. Remington, seriously.
“Even so, won’t they bring hampers?” returned Anna.
“Well, Aunt Miriam is bringing a large freezer of ice-cream and Aunt Edith said she would bake two large cakes, but I haven’t the slightest idea of what else they may bring.”
“Judging from past picnics, I should guarantee that each one of the three families will take enough to last all summer,” remarked Anna, smilingly.
“Maybe, but it also is a fact that not a crumb is ever found to carry back home or throw to the fish!”
At this moment Fred appeared on the scene with a plan.
“Mother, Paul and Dud and I want to sail to the Island in the dory. You see, I want to win my sailing coup for one hundred and fifty miles this summer, and this opportunity is a good one.”