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Other witnesses among them several picnickers in the grove swore that they had heard the bell. One of these Austen asked if he was not the member from Mercer in the last Legislature, and Mr. Billings, no longer genial, sprang to his feet with an objection.
The charm of the spot is not in any way spoilt, obvious care being taken to keep the surroundings spotless; although picnickers are allowed where they will, here are no scraps of paper or broken bottles, the efficient service of "clearing up" is at work in the early hours of the morning, which is the right time to see the park.
And after the merriest breakfast at little tables in the great dining-room the intending picnickers met in conclave to decide as to what they should do. "It is perfectly sure to rain," Jimmy Danvers said. "There is no use attempting to go to Lynton Heights. Why don't we take the lunch to Montfitchet Tower and eat it in the big hall? There we wouldn't get wet."
Eleanor looked at them pityingly, and then spoke to the older of the two women. "You seem to be in great trouble," she said. "Is this your house?" "It was!" said the woman, bitterly. "You can see what's left of it! What are you picnickers? Be off with you! Don't come around here gloating over the misfortunes of hard working people!"
"Have you a doctor aboard, Charley?" the young man asked. "No," answered the conductor, who had been addressed; "my God, not one, Austen." "Back up your train," said Austen, "and stop your baggage car here. And go to the grove," he added to one of the picnickers, "and bring four or five carriage cushions. And you hold this." The man beside him took the tourniquet, as he was bid.
Frisky did not like that so well; and he hid in a crotch of the tree where he could not be seen from below, until the boys forgot all about him. When the picnickers went away, Frisky lost no time. He slipped down the tree in a hurry. You see, he had seen the children eating their lunch and he hoped he would be able to find some tidbit which they had left behind them.
When I came home, tardily, that afternoon, the picnickers had not returned, though the oleanders and crape-myrtles on the grounds next ours cast shadows three times their length across our lawn.
We fed our horses at Centerville and left there at six o'clock.... Came on to Fairfax Court House where we got supper and, leaving there at ten o'clock reached home at half past two this morning. . . . I am dreadfully disappointed and mortified." Meanwhile, what of those other gay picnickers, Senator Wade and Senator Chandler? They drove in a carriage.
"You can't deceive us, David," replied Grace calmly. "We know it's wolves." Wolves! The name was terrifying enough. But their cry, that long-drawn-out, hungry call, gave the picnickers a chill of apprehension. "We must take the nearest way out of the wood, Reddy," exclaimed Tom. "They are still several miles off, and, if we hurry, we may reach the open before they do."
They had no knowledge of the trials that their senior year was to bring them or how fully the truth of Grace's words was to be proved. The day of the picnic dawned fair and cloudless. By nine o'clock a merry party of laughing, chattering girls had gathered in front of the High School, where the two immense wagons generally used by Oakdale picnickers, each drawn by four horses, awaited them.
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