“Good!” exclaimed Belle.
“Right here in the car?” asked Bess.
“Why, we could,” answered Cora; “but don’t you think it would be better yet to find some nice little place by the side of the road? I’m a little cramped from sitting so long, and I suppose you are too. It will do us good to have a change.”
“Let’s choose some place where there’s a brook or a spring,” suggested Bess. “I’m dreadfully thirsty.”
“Been eating too many lemon drops,” said Belle.
“No more than you,” retorted Bess.
“No. But, gracious, that’s too many,” sighed her sister. “Less candy and more sandwiches for me when we are in the open air like this! Come, where’s that brook?”
“I’ve no doubt we can find such a place,” observed Cora, as she put a little extra speed in the car. “You girls keep your eyes open and tell me when to stop. I’ve got all I can do to watch the road and save some dog or chicken from untimely death.”
Not many minutes had elapsed before Belle reached over and touched Cora’s arm.
“The very spot!” she exclaimed. “There’s a brook and some trees that were just intended for a picnic party.”