The house is very nice and still this morning.

There's a picnic up at the Dexter's farm, isn't there?
I suppose they've all gone to it." "Of course.

Who ever heard of a picnic unless Phebe went along to do all the fussing and mussing that everybody else shirks?
Don't tell _me_ there's any fun in a picnic,--going off in the woods like that, to do for yourself what you'd sell the clothes off your back to have somebody else do for you at home, and eating all kinds of heathenish messes with your fingers because you've forgotten the forks.

But what people like let them have.

They'll get experience out of it if nothing better.