“No, not one! We told them if they would let us shoot them that they could come with us on the picnic—but they said: no teakettles for them!” Indignant cries from Skeeter’s chums ensued.
“You came mighty near giving us away, you nut!”
Nan thought a moment.
“Is it pies? Helen certainly enjoys pies, and if the squirrels had come on the picnic it would have been in a pie.”
“No; guess again! Guess again!”
“Mother, are you comfortable up there?”
“Yes, my dear; I had no idea one could have an armchair at a teakettle.”
“‘Picnic!’ ‘Picnic!’ I know that is the word. Mumsy gave it away. You have to go out, mumsy.”
“Picnic” was the word and everyone thought Nan very clever to guess it so quickly. Mrs. Carter was loath to leave her leafy bower, so Mr. Parker gallantly offered to take her place and be “It.”