"Mayn't I, mamma ?" "Of course you may," said Mrs.Elliott; "we'll take the whole family, from grandma down to little Gilbert." "Oh, I can't go," said grandma; "I'm too old for picnics." "Not a bit," said her son; "if you don't care for staging, I'll send you and Alice and the baby over in the carriage." And then they all fell to planning the details of the picnic, and Patty secretly contrasted the occasion with similar ones at her other aunts'.
There was no quarreling about arrangements as at Villa Rosa; each deferred politely to the others' opinions, and yet each frankly expressed his or her mind on any subject.
And there was no inattention or forgetfulness as at the Hurly-Burly.

Each was appointed to attend to several different things, and Patty felt sure that their promises would all be fulfilled.
"Let's have lots of sandwiches," said Frank; "the last picnic I went to, I didn't have half enough.

And can't we have jam in some of them, as well as chicken and ham ?" "Certainly, my boy," said his mother; "I'll see that you have jam sandwiches and ham sandwiches and chicken sandwiches, and plenty of them." "Those names might be shortened," said Uncle Charlie, meditatively.

"The _sand_ is superfluous, anyway.

There's no sand in them.