"First of all," said the host, as the children turned expectant faces toward him, "n.o.body is to say, "What a pity it rained!" or anything like that. Indeed, you are not to look out at the storm at all, unless you say, "How fortunate we are under cover!" or words to that effect."
"All right, sir," said d.i.c.k Fulton, "I agree. And I think a picnic in the house will be dead loads of fun."
"That"s the way to talk," said Mr. Maynard, "and now the picnic will begin. The first part of it will be a nutting-party."
"Oho!" laughed Marjorie. "A nutting-party in the house is "most too much! I don"t see any trees;" and she looked around in mock dismay.
"Do you usually pick the nuts off of trees?" asked her father, quizzically. "You know you don"t! You gather them after they have fallen. Now nuts have fallen all over this house, in every room, and all you have to do is to gather them. Each may have a basket, and see who can find the most. Scamper, now!"
While Mr. Maynard was talking, Sarah, the waitress, had come in, bringing seven pretty baskets of fancy wicker-ware. One was given to each child, and off they ran in quest of nuts.
"Every room, Father?" called back Marjorie, over her shoulder.
"Every room," he replied, "except the kitchen. You must not go out there to bother cook. She has all she can attend to."
This sounded pleasant, so Marjorie went on, only pausing for one more question.
"What kind of nuts, Father?"
"Gather any kind you see, my child. There was such a strong wind last night, I daresay it blew down all sorts."
And truly that seemed to be the case. Shrieks of surprise and delight from the whole seven announced the discoveries they made.
They found peanuts, English walnuts, pecan nuts, hazelnuts, Brazil nuts, almonds, hickory nuts, black walnuts, and some of which they didn"t know the names.
The nuts were hidden in all sorts of places. Stuffed down in the cushions of chairs and sofas, on mantels and brackets, under rugs and footstools, on window sills, on the floor, on the chandeliers, they seemed to be everywhere. All over the house the children scampered, filling their baskets as they went.
Sometimes two would make a dash for the same nut, and two b.u.mped heads would ensue, but this was looked upon as part of the fun.
The older children gathered their nuts from the highest places, leaving the low places for the little ones to look into.
Rosy Posy found most of those on the floor, behind the lace curtains or portieres, as she toddled about with her basket on one arm and Boffin in the other.
At last the whole house had been pretty thoroughly ransacked, and the nutting-party returned in triumph with loaded baskets.
"Did you look under the sofa pillows on the couch in this room?" said Mr. Maynard, gravely, and seven pairs of legs scampered for the couch.
Under its pillows they found three big _cocoanuts_, and Mr. Maynard declared that completed the hunt.
Meantime, the big, round table in the middle of the room had been cleared of its books and papers, and the children were directed to empty their baskets of nuts on the table, taking care that none should roll off the edge. The seven basketsful were tumbled out, and a goodly heap they made.
Then the seven sat round the table, and to each one was given a tiny pair of candy tongs, such as comes with the confectioner"s boxes.
"This is a new game," explained Mr. Maynard, "and it"s called Jacknuts.
It is played just the same as Jackstraws. Each, in turn, must take nuts from the heap with the tongs. If you jar or jostle another nut than the one you"re taking away, it is then the next player"s turn."
Of course they all knew how to play Jackstraws, so they understood at once, but this was much more fun.
"The first ones are so easy, let"s give Rosy Posy the first chance,"
said d.i.c.k Fulton, and Mr. Maynard, with a nod of approval at the boy, agreed to this plan. So Rosy Posy, her fat little hand grasping the tiny tongs, succeeded in getting nearly a dozen nuts into her basket.
As Dorothy Adams was not quite as old as Kitty, she took her turn next, and then all followed in accordance with their ages.
It was a fascinating game. Some of the little hazelnuts or the slender peanuts were easy to nip with the tongs, but the big English walnuts, or queer-shaped Madeira nuts were very difficult. Great delicacy of touch was necessary, and the children found the new game enthralling.
After her first turn Rosy Posy ran away from the game, and Mr. Maynard took her place.
"Oho, Father," laughed Kitty, "I thought you"d get them all, but you"re no more successful at it than we are."
"No," said Mr. Maynard, looking with chagrin at his small heap of nuts, "my fingers are too old and stiff, I think."
"So are mine," said Marjorie, laughing.
"You"re too fat, Dumpling," said her father. "Kitty"s slim little claws seem to do the best work."
"I think it"s a steady hand that counts," said d.i.c.k; "watch me now!"
With great care, and very slowly, he picked off several nuts that were daintily balanced on the other nuts, but at last he joggled one, and it was King"s turn.
"I believe in going fast," said King, and like a whirlwind he picked off four nuts, one after the other. But his last one sent several others flying, and so left an easy chance for Gladys, who came next.
"There"s a prize for this game," announced Mr. Maynard, after the table was entirely cleared, and the nuts were again all in the seven baskets.
"In fact there"s a prize apiece, all round. And the prizes are nuts, of course. You may each have one."
"One nut!" cried Marjorie. "What a little prize!"
"Not so very little," said her father, smiling.
Then Sarah appeared with a plate of _doughnuts_, and everybody gladly took a prize. A gla.s.s of milk went with each of these nuts, and then the children clamored to play the game all over again.
"No, indeed!" said Mr. Maynard. "You can play that any day in the year, but just now we"re having a picnic, and the picnic must proceed with its programme."
"All right!" cried Marjorie. "What comes next?"
"Crackers," said her father. "Bring them in, please, Sarah."
"Crackers!" exclaimed King. "I don"t want any after that big doughnut."
"You must take one, though," said his father, "it"s part of the programme."
Then Sarah came, and brought a big tray on which were three nutcrackers, some nutpicks, and several bowls and plates.
"Take a cracker, King," said Mr. Maynard, and the boy promptly took the biggest nutcracker, ready to do the hardest work.
The girls took nutpicks and bowls, and Mr. Maynard and d.i.c.k Fulton took the other two nutcrackers, and then work began in earnest. But the work was really play, and they all enjoyed cracking and picking out the nuts, though what they were doing it for n.o.body knew. But with so many at it, it was soon over, and the result was several bowlsful of kernels. The sh.e.l.ls were thrown into the fire, and Mr. Maynard directed that the seven empty baskets be set aside till later.
"We haven"t cracked the cocoanuts yet," said d.i.c.k. "They"re too big for these nutcrackers."