"If we go down on that early train, an' stay all day in Boston, we shall have to buy us something to eat; we should get dreadful faint before we got out to Mis' Field's, and things are dreadful high in those places." "Oh, land!" cried Mrs.Babcock in a superior tone.

"All we've got to do is to carry some luncheon with us.

I'll make some pies, and you can bake some cookies, an' then we'll set down in Boston Common an' eat it.

That's the way lots of folks do.

That ain't nothin' to worry about.