"I thought it'd be better to have a lunch by ourselves than atop at one of these roadside dinner counters.
An' now, just to make everything safe an' comfortable, I'm goin' to unharness the horses.

We got lots of time.

You can get the lunch basket out an' spread it on the lap-robe." As Saxon unpacked she basket she was appalled at his extravagance.
She spread an amazing array of ham and chicken sandwiches, crab salad, hard-boiled eggs, pickled pigs' feet, ripe olives and dill pickles, Swiss cheese, salted almonds, oranges and bananas, and several pint bottles of beer.

It was the quantity as well as the variety that bothered her.

It had the appearance of a reckless attempt to buy out a whole delicatessen shop.
"You oughtn't to blow yourself that way," she reproved him as he sat down beside her.