“Picnics can be manufactured by following recipee,” she snuggest:
“1st:—Fill an ottomobile with children, pie & other sandwitches;
2st:—Find a piece of Nature and set down on it with lunch;
3st:—Continue this programme until go-home time, then do so.”
I listened with wrapped attention.
“Cannot Nature be seen without taking lunch along?” I ask off.
“I have no time to answer statistics,” she dib hashly. “To-morrow morning by early a. m. we depart away in ottomobile for find some soft place in Nature to sit on. I wish you prepare lunch of delicious hard-boiledness to include egg, chicken, more eggs, cake, some eggs, sandwitches & confused varieties of pie.”
“I obey similar to soldiers,” in voice from me.
“And don’t forget the eggs,” she reproach while eloping away.
That ottomobile of Hon. Horse W. Snow are a 7 passenger car. Therefore it do not act surprised when 10 persons of sorted sizes gets into it. Thusly, it look last Satday morning by early a. m. when Hon. Ottomobile give hoots similar to martyrs about to enjoy break down. Included among those getting in was Mrs & Mr Horse W. Snow & 2 twins; Mr & Mrs Hamlet J. Dilk & 2 yrs. old Arthur; Togo & food; Ethel & Albert, lovely young folks who look at each other with fiancee expression.
Honks by Hon. Otto.