For some time the Fire-Bird flew along, the beautiful August day adding a wonderful charm to the tender shade of the oaks that lined the road, and through which just enough sunshine peeped to temper the balmy shadows.
"I am hungry. It must be lunch time," said Dorothy, as they reached a pretty spot, "let's stop here and eat."
"Let's," agreed Nat, slowing up the machine.
"What do you suppose this road is for?" asked Ned, as neither the rumble of a wagon wheel nor any other sound broke the stillness that surrounded the party.
"For instance," suggested Tavia.
"Or for maps," said Ned.
"For automobile parties," declared Dorothy.
"For yours truly," finished Nat, stretching himself on the soft sod, that came down to the road as beautifully as if it had been made to order on a well-kept terrace.
The girls soon had the lunch cloth spread and the basket was then produced—or rather its contents were brought forth.
"Yum, yum," exclaimed Nat, smacking his lips as Dorothy began placing the eatables on the cloth.