"We'll all keep you company," promised Bobby gravely.
So the next morning every one was up early because Linda wanted to have breakfast cleared away before Jud drove her over to town. Soon after she was gone Aunt Polly put on a large white apron and the four children trooped into the pleasant kitchen after her.
"Let me see," thought Aunt Polly out loud. "Meg should have an apron. Suppose I tie one of Linda's around your neck, dear? Hers are shorter than mine."
In a very short time Aunt Polly had rolled out the crust for the turnovers and filled them with berries and sugar.
"When they are done you can take them outdoors and eat them while they're hot," she said. "Make believe you're having a picnic."
"Can't we have a picnic, a real picnic?" asked Bobby quickly.
"Why, of course," agreed Aunt Polly. "I meant you should have a picnic weeks ago. Only time goes so fast. However, before vaca-
