"I've made you all sandwiches."
"Oh, that's lovely! We shall have a splendid picnic!"
It was ever so jolly to set out across the fields, swinging their picnic basket and merrily singing "The Dear Old Queen's Stuffed Her Ears Full of Beans." Roger and Emily and Violet searched out the best spot near the stream, while Geoffrey splashed amongst the cat-tails, forgetting to take off his shoes and stockings until it was too late. A line of golden daffodils stretched along the margin of the stream, nodding their heads in a sprightly dance.
"Let's pretend we are explorers," Roger called.
"Oh, yes, let's," the girls agreed.
They spent the morning exploring darkest Africa until they grew hungry. "What did mother pack for us?" Emily asked. "Are they corned beef?"
Violet opened the basket. "No, they're not corned beef. They're tripe."
"My favorite!" Geoffrey announced, joining them on the bank and dripping all over everyone.
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