"Isn't it a wonderful day?" asked Grace of Nan. The two friends and
Nellie were sitting together.
"Yes, beautiful. We nearly always have a good day for the picnic."
"Did you bring any olives in your lunch. Nan?"
"Yes, and some dill pickles, too!"
"Oh, I just love dill pickles!" exclaimed Grace, "and we didn't have one
in the house."
"I'll give you some of mine," offered Nan.
Flossie and Freddie were too excited, looking at sights along the road,
to talk much, but they were as happy as if they had been chattering away
like the others.
"Did your dog Snap bite your finger, Bert?" asked Dannie Rugg.
"No, my knife slipped when I was making Freddie a boat. Say, Freddie,"
he asked the little fellow, "did you lose your boat?"
"Nope, I have it here," and he held it up.
"Oh, all right."
On rumbled the trucks, raising clouds of dust. On each big auto were
several grown folks, officers of the Sunday school, who were looking
after the children. Some were fathers and mothers of the boys and girls.
Pine Grove was several miles outside the town of Lakeport, on the shores
of a little lake. It was there the yearly picnics of the Sunday schools
were always held, and the Bobbsey twins, as well as the other young
people of the town, looked forward with pleasure to the outings.
"What you say we get up a ball game?" asked Dannie of Bert, when they
were all settled in their places.
"Sure we will," Bert agreed.
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