the peterkin papers-第12部分
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d by the adventures of the day； and almost thought it could not have been worse if the boys had been allowed gunpowder。 The distracted lady was thankful there was likely to be but one Centennial Fourth in her lifetime； and declared she should never more keep anything in the house as dangerous as saltpetred beef； and she should never venture to take another spoonful of potash。
THE PETERKINS' PICNIC。 THERE was some doubt about the weather。 Solomon John looked at the 〃Probabilities；〃 there were to be 〃areas〃 of rain in the New England States。
Agamemnon thought if they could only know where the areas of rain were to be they might go to the others。 Mr。 Peterkin proposed walking round the house in a procession； to examine the sky。 As they returned they met Ann Maria Bromwick； who was to go； much surprised not to find them ready。
Mr。 and Mrs。 Peterkin were to go in the carryall； and take up the lady from Philadelphia； and Ann Maria； with the rest； was to follow in a wagon； and to stop for the daughters of the lady from Philadelphia。 The wagon arrived； and so Mr。 Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall。
A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days； where anybody could put anything that would be needed for the picnic as soon as it was thought of。
Agamemnon had already decided to take a thermometer； somebody was always complaining of being too hot or too cold at a picnic； and it would be a great convenience to see if she really were so。 He thought now he might take a barometer； as 〃Probabilities〃 was so uncertain。 Then； if it went down in a threatening way； they could all come back。
The little boys had tied their kites to the basket。 They had never tried them at home； it might be a good chance on the hills。 Solomon John had put in some fishing…poles； Elizabeth Eliza； a book of poetry。 Mr。 Peterkin did not like sitting on the ground； and proposed taking two chairs； one for himself and one for anybody else。 The little boys were perfectly happy； they jumped in and out of the wagon a dozen times； with new india…rubber boots； bought for the occasion。
Before they started； Mrs。 Peterkin began to think she had already had enough of the picnic； what with going and coming； and trying to remember things。 So many mistakes were made。 The things that were to go in the wagon were put in the carryall； and the things in the carryall had to be taken out for the wagon！
Elizabeth Eliza forgot her water…proof； and had to go back for her veil； and Mr。
Peterkin came near forgetting his umbrella。
Mrs。 Peterkin sat on the piazza and tried to think。 She felt as if she must have forgotten something； she knew she must。 Why could not she think of it now； before it was too late？ It seems hard any day to think what to have for dinner； but how much easier now it would be to stay at home quietly and order the dinner；…and there was the butcher's cart！ But now they must think of everything。
At last she was put into the carryall； and Mr。 Peterkin in front to drive。
Twice they started； and twice they found something was left behind；…the loaf of fresh brown bread on the back piazza； and a basket of sandwiches on the front porch。 And just as the wagon was leaving； the little boys shrieked； 〃The basket of things was left behind！〃
Everybody got out of the wagon。 Agamemnon went back into the house； to see if anything else were left。 He looked into the closets； he shut the front door； and was so busy that he forgot to get into the wagon himself。 It started off and went down the street without him！
He was wondering what he should do if he were left behind （why had they not thought to arrange a telegraph wire to the back wheel of the wagon； so that he might have sent a message in such a case！）； when the Bromwicks drove out of their yard in their buggy； and took him in。
They joined the rest of the party at Tatham Corners； where they were all to meet and consult where they were to go。 Mrs。 Peterkin called to Agamemnon； as soon as he appeared。 She had been holding the barometer and the thermometer； and they waggled so that it troubled her。 It was hard keeping the thermometer out of the sun； which would make it so warm。 It really took away her pleasure； holding the things。 Agamemnon decided to get into the carryall； on the seat with his father； and take the barometer and thermometer。
The consultation went on。 Should they go to Cherry Swamp； or Lonetown Hill？ You had the view if you went to Lonetown Hill； but maybe the drive to Cherry Swamp was prettier。
Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia； as the picnic was got up for her。
But where was she？
〃I declare；〃 said Mr。 Peterkin； 〃I forgot to stop for her！〃 The whole picnic there； and no lady from Philadelphia！
It seemed the horse had twitched his head in a threatening manner as they passed the house； and Mr。 Peterkin had forgotten to stop； and Mrs。 Peterkin had been so busy managing the thermometers that she had not noticed； and the wagon had followed on behind。
Mrs。 Peterkin was in despair。 She knew they had forgotten something！ She did not like to have Mr。 Peterkin make a short turn； and it was getting late； and what would the lady from Philadelphia think of it； and had they not better give it all up？
But everybody said 〃No！〃 and Mr。 Peterkin said he could make a wide turn round the Lovejoy barn。 So they made the turn； and took up the lady from Philadelphia； and the wagon followed behind and took up their daughters； for there was a driver in the wagon besides Solomon John。
Ann Maria Bromwick said it was so late by this time； they might as well stop and have the picnic on the Common！ But the question was put again； Where should they go？
The lady from Philadelphia decided for Strawberry Nook…it sounded inviting。
There were no strawberries； and there was no nook； it was said； but there was a good place to tie the horses。
Mrs。 Peterkin was feeling a little nervous； for she did not know what the lady from Philadelphia would think of their having forgotten her； and the more she tried to explain it； the worse it seemed to make it。 She supposed they never did such things in Philadelphia； she knew they had invited all the world to a party； but she was sure she would never want to invite anybody again。 There was no fun about it till it was all over。 Such a mistake…to have a party for a person； and then go without her； but she knew they would forget something！ She wished they had not called it their picnic。
There was another bother！ Mr。 Peterkin stopped。 〃Was anything broke？〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Peterkin。 〃Was something forgotten？〃 asked the lady from Philadelphia。
No！ But Mr。 Peterkin didn't know the way； and here he was leading all the party； and a long row of carriages following。
They stopped； and it seemed nobody knew the way to Strawberry Nook； unless it was the Gibbons boys； who were far behind。 They were made to drive up； and said that Strawberry Nook was in quite a different direction； but they could bring the party round to it through the meadows。
The lady from Philadelphia thought they might stop anywhere； such a pleasant day； but Mr。 Peterkin said they were started for Strawberry Nook； and had better keep on； So they kept on。 It proved to be an excellent place； where they could tie the horses to a fence。 Mrs。 Peterkin did not like their all heading different ways； it seemed as if any of them might come at her； and tear up the fence； especially as the little boys had their kites flapping round。 The Tremletts insisted upon the whole party going up the hill； it was too damp below。 So the Gibbons boys； and the little boys and Agamemnon； and Solomon John； and all the party had to carry everything up to the rocks。 The large basket of 〃things〃 was very heavy。
It had been difficult to lift it into the wagon； and it was harder to take it out。 But with the help of the driver； and Mr。 Peterkin； and old Mr。 Bromwick； it was got up the hill。
And at last all was arranged。 Mr。 Peterkin was seated in his chair。 The other was offered to the lady from Philadelphia； but she preferred the carriage cushions； so did old Mr。 Bromwick。 And the table…cloth was spread；…for they did bring a table…cloth；…and the baskets were opened； and the picnic really began。
The pickles had tumbled into the butter； and the spoons had been forgotten； and the Tremletts' basket had been left on their front door…step。 But nobody seemed to mind。 Everybody was hungry； and everything they ate seemed of the best。 The little boys were perfectly happy； and ate of all the kinds of cake。 Two of the Tremletts would stand while they were eating； because they were afraid of the ants and the spiders that seemed to be crawling round。 And Elizabeth Eliza had to keep poking with a fern leaf to drive the insects out of the plates。 The lady from Philadelphia was made comfortable with the cushions and shawls； leaning against a rock。 Mrs。 Peterkin wondered if she forgot she had been forgotten。
John Osborne said it was time for conundrums； and asked： 〃Why is a pastoral musical play better than the music we have here？ Because one is a grasshopper； and the other is a grass…opera！〃
