When Bettina heard the auto horn, and then Bob's voice, she was putting on her hat.
"Well, Betty, could you manage it?"
"Yes, indeed, dear. Everything is ready. The thermos bottle has coffee in it, piping hot; the lunch basket over there is packed with the warm things wrapped tight, and that pail with the burlap over it is a temporary ice box. It holds a piece of ice, and beside it is the cream for the coffee and the potato salad. It is cool to-day, but I thought it best to pack them that way."
"You are the best little housekeeper in this town," said Bob as he kissed her. "I don't believe anyone else could have managed a picnic supper on such short notice. Come on out and meet Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. May I tell them that they have a fine spread coming?"
"Don't you dare, sir. It's a very ordinary kind of a supper, and even you are apt to be disappointed."
But he wasn't.
Bettina's picnic supper that cool day consisted of:
Warm Veal Loaf Cold Potato Salad
Fresh Brown Bread Butter
Spanish Buns Bananas
Hot Coffee
BETTINA'S RECIPES
(All measurements are level)