Bootsey's Picnic

	So here you are!" Came Aunt Holly's voice from under the huge old umbrella. "I'm glad you're all right. I've been worried ever since this storm started." "O, Auntie!" Bootsey cried, burying her tear-stained face in Aunt Holly's soft skirt. "I was so scared! How did you find us? We didn't tell you about our picnic. How did you know? Auntie, I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you. We won't ever. . . "
"Shhh! Bootsey, stop your crying. Everything's all right now. Look! The sun's coming back out. I believe we may have a rainbow! Come along children. Let's get you warm and dry. And then, Bootsey, we'll talk about your picnic."