But as Elizabeth sat and watched the clouds go by as tearaway as spring-struck lambs, she was filled with gratitude to whatever powers were that it was at least not raining. For she would have gone on a picnic today even in the teeth of a gale. Picnics were, after all, among Anthony’s favorite diversions. As she had to speak with him alone and apart from the rest of the family, and speak with him when he was at ease and content, a tranquil picnic party was the ideal circumstance for their conversation. Anthony stood apart from her, looking out over the countryside. Elizabeth sat upon a blanket hugging her warm woolen cloak about her, wishing she had had the foresight to bring at least two more blankets, for the earth was cold beneath her. She and Anthony had happily demolished the contents of the wicker basket they had brought, so lovingly and hopefully packed up by Elizabeth’s mother and Aunt Emily. “For if he’s had enough chicken, the way I make it,” Aunt Emily had said contentedly, “he will agree to anything.”
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