You might suggest it to them,--merely suggest it, you know, and if their agree and their parents agree, why, then, all right.

And now home to our own luncheon.

I declare it made me hungry to see those children eat!" Promptly at three o'clock that afternoon the Sand Club gathered for the Sand-Pail Picnic.

By making two trips the Maynards' big motor carried them all to the picnic grove, about a mile distant.
Here Cousin Jack provided all sorts of sports for them.

At a target, they shot with bows and arrows, and the boys were allowed a little rifle-shooting.
There was that funny game of picking up potatoes with teaspoons, followed by a rollicking romp at Blindman's Buff.