"Now, where shall the picnic be?" asked Cousin Ethel, ready to help
along the plans.

"There's a lovely grove over beyond the pier," said Midget; "we might go
there."

"The very place!" said Cousin Jack; "and we'll have a sand-pail picnic.
Didn't you say your coat-of-arms was a sand-pail?"

"Yes, that's the Emblem of the Club."

"And a fine emblem for a picnic. We'll have pails of sandwiches and
cakes, and a pail of lemonade, and a pail of ice cream. How's that for
emblems?"

"Fine!" said King. "Shall I invite the guests?"

"Yes, my boy. Tell them to assemble here at three o'clock, and we'll
depart at once. Tell them all to wear red, white, and blue in honor of
the day."

"And do we catch firecrackers?"

"Little ones,--and torpedoes. But no cannon crackers or cap-pistols or
bombs or any firearms. I'm not going to have a hospitalful of gunpowder
victims on my hands the next day."

"And now," said Mrs. Maynard, "as these wonderful affairs of the nation
seem to be all settled, I think you young patriots must skip to bed.