don't have our picnic pretty soon, vacation is going to be over. Though what I am to do this long cold winter without any children in my house I don't see."
"Bobby and I have to go to school," said Meg. "But Dot and Twaddles could stay."
"We're going to school, too," declared Dot, with such a positive snap of her blunt scissors that she snipped off a paper doll's head.
"Of course," affirmed Twaddles, with maddening serenity.
"Well, I think we'd better talk about the picnic," interposed Aunt Polly. "When to have it, and whom to invite and what to have to eat."
"Sandwiches!" cried Meg, answering the last question first. "Let me help make 'em, Auntie?"
"Oh, of course," promised Aunt Polly. "And it seems to me that we had better go to-morrow. This spell of fine dry weather can't last forever, and when the rain does come we may have a week of it."
"Can Jud come?" asked Bobby.
"Yes, indeed," answered Aunt Polly, who had
