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she asked relievedly . She was accustomed to having a table spread three times a day , and she cared little who furnished it . `` Just some milk , '' she said modestly , `` and some bread and butter and -- er -- cookies . Then , you see , I wo n't have to go back till four o'clock when they come from the station , and maybe I can slip in without being missed . '' `` You just wait in the pavilion , and I 'll see what the gardener 's cottage can supply us . '' He was back in fifteen minutes , chuckling as he lugged a big hamper . `` We 'll have a picnic , '' he proposed .