"We're going to breakfast out on the lawn--it is perfectly charming
there," explained Anne, leading the way from the living-room by way of
the front door in order to avoid Sary and her scrub-pail.
But Sary had been anxiously peeping from the crack of the kitchen door,
and felt mortally offended when the company went out by the front way.
"Was it not enough that the folks were too far removed from the kitchen
to permit Sary to overhear what was said at table, but now they have to
walk out at the Sunday door?"
So thought the widow as she left her peep-hole back of the door and
stood watching from the open window by the cupboard.
Every one seemed in a pleasanter mood than that of the previous
evening, and as breakfast advanced, Eleanor went so far as to ask her
sister to remain at the ranch a few days, at least. And Barbara,
although she would not admit it, knew the bed was exceptionally good
and the breakfast most enjoyable, while the air and scenery were simply
wonderful!
When Mr. Brewster came along the path leading from the barn, he stood
near a lilac bush for a few moments watching the pretty group under the
trees. But he couldn't understand having breakfast outside the usual
place--the kitchen!
"Is this a picnic?" asked he, at length, coming forward.
"Good morning, Paw--Father! Isn't this fun?" cried Polly.
Mrs. Brewster and Anne exchanged glances at Polly's error and
correction, but Sam Brewster failed to notice the new term.
Pages:
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93