"-Mrs. Weston, I suppose," interrupted Mrs. Elton, rather mortified.
"No-Mrs. Knightley;-and till she is in being, I will manage such matters myself."
"Ah! you are an odd creature!" she cried, satisfied to have no one preferred to herself.-"You are a humourist, and may say what you like. Quite a humourist. Well, I shall bring Jane with me-Jane and her aunt.-The rest I leave to you. I have no objections at all to meeting the Hartfield family. Don't scruple. I know you are attached to them."
"You certainly will meet them if I can prevail; and I shall call on Miss Bates in my way home."
"That's quite unnecessary; I see Jane every day:-but as you like.
It is to be a morning scheme, you know, Knightley; quite a simple thing.
I shall wear a large bonnet, and bring one of my little baskets hanging on my arm. Here,-probably this basket with pink ribbon.
Nothing can be more simple, you see. And Jane will have such another.
There is to be no form or parade-a sort of gipsy party. We are to walk about your gardens, and gather the strawberries ourselves, and sit under trees;-and whatever else you may like to provide, it is to be all out of doors-a table spread in the shade, you know.
Every thing as natural and simple as possible. Is not that your idea?"