Linda had packed the box so neatly and so firmly that nothing was damaged and the children had a delightful picnic up in the loft. They played there most of the afternoon, too, and often during the rainy days that followed. Indeed they amused themselves so well and were 172 so little trouble to Aunt Polly, that she promised them one more outdoor picnic, the first dry sunny day that came.
“Be sure you save me some sandwiches,” said Peter, when he heard about it.
They promised and it was Dot who woke up the household bright and early when she saw the sun streaming in at the window.
“We can have the picnic!” she shouted joyfully. “Aunt Polly, isn’t it dry and sunny? Get up, Twaddles, we can have the picnic.”
It was a sunny day, but it wasn’t so dry, for the ground was still damp from so much rain.
“But if we go wading, the water’s wet,” argued Dot, and Linda, too, thought they might as well go.
“Don’t forget my sandwiches,” Peter reminded them as he saw them start.