CHAPTER VIII.
POSY’S ROSEBUD.
Eliza was cross all day; but, as Dick said, the crosser she was, the better she cooked. At any rate, there was food enough next morning, and of the most delicious sort, to fill three large baskets; and only seven people were going.
There were tarts and turnovers, and crumpets and cake, and Washington-pie, not to mention cold corned beef and boiled ham.
“All that for seven mouths? Why, it will feed half the party!” exclaimed Nunky, as he helped Nanty pack it into the baskets.
“Wait till we come home, and see if we bring any thing back,” said she, finding room for two dozen boiled eggs in the corners, with a little paper bag of pepper and salt.
“What we don’t eat ourselves, we shall give to little Hop-clover and the other stray birds. Oh! there’s no danger of taking too much,” added Nanty, fastening down the covers.
She and Nunky were going, and were to take care of the children, while Judge Pitcher and his wife staid at home. “How dreary it would be in that great lonesome house all day, with no noise but the ticking of the clocks!” thought the little Pitchers, and wondered their parents could look so cheerful. For them this trip to the Lake of Lilies was the great event of the summer, and everybody who could not go was very much to be pitied.