“What a charming place this is for a picnic!” exclaimed Ella; “we haven’t anything that will compare with it around Boston,—have we, Willie?”
“No, I never saw such groves as these around Boston, although we have some pretty good places for picnics,” replied Whistler.
“Your brother Oscar used to like to come over here,” said Clinton, addressing Ella; “he has rambled all over these woods many a time.”
“And so has Jerry; they used to come over here together, gunning,” added Emily.
“Do you know that we expect Oscar home again pretty soon?” inquired Ella, addressing Clinton in a low tone.
“Yes, Willie told me,” he replied.
“He is going to live with our Aunt Page, in Vermont; we think it will be a real good place for him,” added Ella.
“I’m glad of it, and I hope he will do well,” said Clinton.
“He says he means to,” replied Ella; “he wrote mother a beautiful letter, just before I left home. I wish you could read it; it doesn’t seem like him, at all.”
“I wish I could see him once more. Perhaps I shall, when I go to Boston next month,” said Clinton.