green grass for a carpet, and gnarled roots of great trees for
rustic seats.

"For a little picnic," said Midge, as she sat with an apple in one
hand and a cookie in the other, contentedly munching them both
alternately, "this is the bestest ever. And isn't this a
splendiferous place for a big picnic!"

"Perhaps your grandma will let you have one this summer," said
Stella. "She had one for Kingdon last year and we all came to it.
It was lovely fun."

"Indeed it was," cried Molly; "there were swings on the trees, and
we played tag, and we had bushels of sandwiches."

"I'm going to ask Grandma as soon as ever I get home," declared
Midge, "and I 'most know she'll let me have one. But I don't know
many children around here to ask."

"I'll make up a list for you," volunteered Molly. "Come on, girls,
let's play tag."

The cookies and apples being all gone and Carter having consented
in response to their coaxing to stay half an hour longer, they had
a glorious game of tag.

Stella, though so sedate when walking, could run like a deer, and
easily caught the others; for Marjorie was too plump to run fast,
and Molly, though light on her feet, was forever tumbling down.