"Yes, do!" cried Marjorie, who was hopping up and down on one foot in her excitement. "Will it take you long to dress?"
"No, indeed; I"ll be down in a jiffy. Just you wait a minute."
It might have been more than a minute, but it wasn"t much more, when the girls heard a rustling above them, and looked up to see Molly, fully dressed, climbing out of the window.
"Oh, Molly, you"ll break your neck!" cried Kitty, for Molly was already descending by a rose trellis that was amply strong enough for a climbing rose, but which swayed and wabbled frightfully tinder the weight of a climbing girl.
However, Molly didn"t weigh very much, and she had the scrambling ability of a cat, so in a few seconds she was down on the ground, and embracing the two Maynard girls both at once.
"You"re perfect ducks to come over here so early! How did you get away?"
"Slid out the back door," said Marjorie; "isn"t it larky to be around so early in the morning?"
"Perfectly fine! How long are you girls going to stay?"
"Not quite a week, I think," said Kitty, and Marjorie added, "So we want to cram all the fun we can into these few days, and so we thought we"d begin early."
"All right," said Molly, taking her literally, "let"s begin right now."
"Oh, we can"t do anything now," said Marjorie, "that is, nothing in p"ticular."
"Pooh! yes, we can! It"s only about half-past five, and we don"t have breakfast till eight, do you?"
"Yes, Grandma has it at eight," said Marjorie, "but, gracious, I"ll be starved to death by that time! I"m so hungry now I don"t know what to do!"
"I"ll tell you what," began Kitty, and upon her face there dawned that rapt expression, which always appeared when she was about to propose something ingenious.
"What?" cried Midget and Molly, both at once.
"Why," said Kitty, impressed with the greatness of her own idea, "let"s have a picnic!"
"Picnic!" cried Marjorie, "before breakfast! At half-past five in the morning! Kit, you"re crazy!"
"No, I"m not crazy," said Kitty, seriously, and Molly broke in, "Of course she isn"t! It"s a grand idea!"
"But you can"t have a picnic without things to eat," objected Marjorie.
"We"ll have things to eat," declared Kitty, calmly.
"Where"ll you get "em?"
"Kitchen."
"Kit, you"re a genius! Prob"ly Eliza"s pantry is just chock-a-block with good things! And as I know they were made for us, we may as well eat some now."
Then Molly had an inspiration. "I"ll tell you what," she cried, "let"s go on the river! in the boat!"
CHAPTER VIII
AN EXCITING PICNIC
Molly"s suggestion was so dazzling that Midget and Kitty were struck dumb for a moment. Then Marjorie said, "No, Grandma won"t let us girls go on the river alone, and Carter isn"t up yet."
"Let"s throw pebbles and wake him up," said Molly.
"No," said Kitty, "it"s too bad to wake him up early, because he needs his rest. He has to work hard all day, and he has the rheumatism besides.
But I"ll tell you what," and again Kitty"s face glowed with a great idea; "let"s go and throw pebbles at King"s window, and make him take us out rowing."
"Kitty, getting up early in the morning agrees with your brain!" declared Marjorie. "We"ll do just that,--and while King is dressing, we"ll pack a basket of things to eat. Oh, gorgeous! Come on, girls!"
And clasping hands, the three ran away toward Grandma Sherwood"s house.
"What about Stella?" asked Marjorie, as they pa.s.sed her house.
"Oh, don"t try to get her," said Molly; "she"d be scared to death if you pebbled her, and her mother and father would think the house was on fire or something."
So Stella was not included in the picnic, and the three conspirators ran on, and never paused until they were beneath King"s window.
"You don"t need a whole handful for him," advised Kitty. "I expect he"s awake, anyway, and one pebble will make him come to the window. See, the window"s open anyway; we can just fling a pebble in."
"If we can aim straight enough," said Molly.
After one or two vain attempts, Kitty sent a good-sized pebble straight through the open window, and it landed on the floor straight beside King"s bed.
In another moment a tousled head and a pair of shoulders, humped into a bathrobe, appeared at the window.
Seeing the girls, King"s face broke into a broad grin. "Well, you do beat all!" he cried. "Have you been out all night?"
"No," called Kitty, "we"re just playing around in the morning. It"s perfectly lovely out, King, and we"re going to have a picnic, rowing on the river. But we can"t go unless you"ll come too, so bob into your clothes and come, won"t you?"
"You bet I will! Isn"t anybody up?"
"n.o.body but us," said Marjorie; "so don"t make any noise. Slide down the back stairs and through the kitchen."
"Got any feed for your picnic?"
"We"re going to get some. You hurry down and we"ll be ready."
"All right," and the tousled head disappeared. The girls went noiselessly into the kitchen and on through into the pantry. As Marjorie had surmised, the pantry shelves were well-stocked, and they found doughnuts, little pies, and cold chicken in abundance. Kitty found a goodly-sized basket, and remembering King"s appet.i.te, they packed it well.
"Here"s some hard-boiled eggs," cried Marjorie, "let"s take these."
"I "spect Eliza wants them for salad or something," said Kitty, "but she can boil more. We must take some milk, Midget."