Omaha daily bee., 1920-02-16
Why. Madge Nearly Choked Over
her Picnic Lunch.

her Picnic Lunch.
Dicky's apologetic good nature
withstood even the strain OF motor
drive home with me at the wheel,
although | feared every minute OF
the way that something untoward
would happen to upset him. He had
refused fatty to drive back, al
though | urged him to do so, but
he did not accompany his refusal
with the contemptuous reference to
my car with which he had greeted
my first mention of his driving. In
stead, he was amusedly indulgent
concerning the whole thing.
WHAT he exclaimed. when l
broached the subject, Deprive you
of tooling this chariot along the
boulevards and turning in to our
ancestral estate amid the cheers OF
our family and retainers? Nevaire,
nevaire, could | be so croo-el-so
selfish. Nay, nay, my dear, you
drove out and you will drive back.
Ii tire leaks or sometAing like
that III be Johnny on the spot as
far as l know"
Heaven help the tirep Lillian
apostrophized, passing us with her
arms full of freshly laundersd cloth
ing which she was packing.
Pay no attention to that woman,
Madge," Dicky commanded. "She
is simply SO eaten up with jealousy
of both of us on this question of
cars, that"
Making Plans.
But Lillian had swiftly passed into
another room, and Dicky, finding
himself gcsticulating to the empty
air. promptly changed the subject,
what time do you expeat to get
there?' he asked. W
about 2 o'clock, allowing good
deal of time" / replied. Perhaps
before. We're going to start quite
early, you know"
I'D better telephone mother, then,
TO have hearty luncheon ready at
o'clock and keep it till we come y
my husband suggested with she
usual nonchalant masculine ignor-
ance of housekeeping problems. |
had a sudden vision of Mother Gra-
hams face, and of Katie's confusion
were such . message to go over
the telephone wires.
I'm afraid that would be hard
thing for them to do, dear" | said
hesitatingly. "You see, your sister
and her husband are there, and you
know how particular mother lis to
have the food just so. If we arrived
too soon it wouldn't be ready, and
we would be too hungry to wait
patiently-and if anything happened
to delay us the. meal would be
spoiled from mothers standpoint.
Don't you think it would be
better tell her we'll be home some
time in the afternoon, and will have
luncheon on the road at some inn.
Then we can dine comfortably in
civilized fashion after we have gotten
rid of the dust. | do love this, but
/ will be glad to get back to good
shower, won't you, Dicky?"
you've said something" he re-
sponded. But deliver me from the
meals at these roadside inns. They're
fierce since the war. You pay nine
prices and get about so cents worth
of food"
Marion's Suggestion.
May | s'gest something, Uncle
Dicky?" said Marion with eyes dan
cling, but with demure quiet courtesy
as she put her little fingers on his
sleeves.
''You bet you may, sweetheart
he replied.
Don't you think it would be ter
rible nice to have lunch some place
in the woods on the road?" she ask
ed. "We could build fire and
broil some sausage and make some
coffee and take some cocoa for me
in thermos bottle, and ] heard Mr.
Ticer say Mrs. Ticer was 'dabstei
at frying chickens, and
Enough said, you angel child
Dicky declared, seizing her hand:
and whirling her around i'll serie:
of dancing steps he had taught her
"You have saved the day. Pray ge
into communication with the re
doubtable Mrs. Ticer at once anc
have her behead the poultry anc
heat the frying pan. That program
listens the best of anything | have
heard in long time"
[ / gave Marion surreptitious hut
myself when | was sure Dicky WASH
looking. 1t was the plan | hat
wished most fervently to carry out
but which / had feared to broach t.
Dicky, knowing the queer obstinac.
with which he sometimes opposes
suggestion which he has not himsel
fathered. Marion could not hav
spoken more /opportunely if | ha'
coached her in her role, and I wa
afraid Dicky might upon reflection
suspect that I was the real author O