to the basket
with much surprise.

"You and Mr. Culver and Helen and me," said Rosanna wonderingly.

"Well, dearie, whatever are you going to do with all these things to
eat?" said Minnie. "This basket holds enough for eight grown people, and
you have packed it full."

"I think we can eat it by supper time," said Rosanna. "You have no idea
how good those cookies and things are. Do you think we have forgotten
anything, Minnie?"

"Where is the corkscrew for your olive bottle?" said Minnie. "And what
are all those little bundles?"

"Hard boiled eggs," said Helen.

"Have you put in salt and pepper for 'em?"

"I don't believe we have," said Rosanna. She ran to get some.

"What is in that dish?" Minnie went on relentlessly.

"Salad, and the other one has fruit jello."

"They won't ride very well, I am fraid," said Minnie. Then seeing a look
of disappointment in the children's faces she hastened to add, "Well, I
say that is a grand supper, and cook never did a bit better for Mr.
Robert when he was home and used to give motoring parties. Now I have a
plan myself. Both you children go and take a nap. Please do that for
Minnie, Miss Rosanna."

Rosanna was sure she could not sleep, but about one minute later she was
dreaming of dinner parties and kitchens. When she woke up it was three
o'clock and Minnie was shaking her gently.

Rosanna was off the bed like a shot. She had just reached the porch when
Helen came running up, dressed plainly and sensibly in a plain dark
gingham and sandals.

"The car is all ready," she said, "and daddy is driving it around to the
front door. And oh, he thinks he can't stay with us. He has so much
studying to do he is going to leave us there with you, Minnie, and come
for us whenever you say."

"Well, that's all right," said Minnie. "Only now that makes three to eat
all that supper."

Rosanna picked up her cape and a thermos bottle and skipped down the
broad steps after the house boy, who carried the heavy lunch hamper.

"Never you mind, Minnie," she said. "Wouldn't you be s'prised to see us
eat every bit of it?"

"No, I wouldn't," said Minnie firmly. "I'd be _scared_."

CHAPTER VI

Driving through the winding roads of beautiful Iroquois Park, or Jacobs
Park as it is better known to the people of Louisville, they found a
lovely glade where the grass was smooth and where the trees grew close
all about. They were screened from the passersby, and it looked as
though the