They trotted the little detour in silence, the corners of her mouth wilting, he would have declared, had he the words, like a field flower in the hands of a picnicker.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst
Then she thought it was the face of a picnicker, resentful of her intrusion.
"This Is the End"
Stella Benson
It is not sweet to reek, and your picnicker must reek.
"The Fiend's Delight"
Dod Grile