“Of course,” affirmed Twaddles, with maddening serenity.
“Well, I think we’d better talk about the picnic,” interposed Aunt Polly. “When to have it, and whom to invite and what to have to eat.”
“Sandwiches!” cried Meg, answering the last question first. “Let me help make ’em, Auntie?”
“Oh, of course,” promised Aunt Polly. “And it seems to me that we had better go to-morrow. This spell of fine dry weather can’t last forever, and when the rain does come we may have a week of it.”
“Can Jud come?” asked Bobby.
“Yes, indeed,” answered Aunt Polly, who had 136 the happiest way of saying “yes” to nearly everything her nephews and nieces asked of her.
“And Linda?” asked Twaddles.
“Linda, too,” agreed Aunt Polly.
“Where’ll we go?” demanded the practical Dot.
“Over in the woods,” said Aunt Polly.