"And we'll take five baskets of lunch," Freddie was saying, "and my
fire engine is unpacked now, so I can take that with us, and I'll
squirt water on snakes and--and other things."
"Oh, snakes!" cried Mabel. "I hope we don't see any of the horrid
things!"
"I'm not afraid!" boasted Freddie.
"Maybe there won't be any," suggested Nan.
"Well, I'm going to take my doll, anyhow," said Flossie.
"What's this all about?" asked Bert. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Picnic!" exclaimed Flossie. "We're going to have a picnic!"
"I'm going!" added Freddie, as though he was afraid of being left.
"We all are," added Nan.
"First I heard about it," Harry said, with a laugh.
"We planned it while you and Bert were off fishing," spoke his mother.
"The children are going to take their lunch to the woods in a day or
two, as soon as the weather clears."
A few days later the sun came out from behind the clouds, the rain
ceased falling and with joyous shouts and laughter the Bobbsey twins,
cousin Harry, and some country boys and girls, who had been invited,
went off on a woodland picnic.
CHAPTER VIII
LOST IN THE HAY
"Oh, isn't it just lovely in the woods," sighed Nan, as she sat down
on a green mossy seat beneath a great oak tree.
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