“And what else?”
“I like to read, and fish, and swim, and––”
“Eat ice cream!” finished Janey roguishly, showing her dimples.
The man caught her up in his arms.
“You are a darling, and I wish my little girl had such rosy cheeks. David, can you show me where there is good fishing?”
“Uncle Larimy can show you the best places. He knows where the bass live, and how to coax them to bite.”
“And will you take me to this wonderful person to-morrow?”
“Yes, sir.”
Carey now came out of the hall with her cart, and David drew her across the lawn, Janey dancing by his side. Down through the meadows wound a wheel-tracked road leading to a patch of dense woods which, to a little girl with a big imagination, could easily become a wild forest 105 infested with all sorts of nameless terrors––terrors that make one draw the bedclothes snugly over the head at night. She gave a little frightened cry as they came into the cool, olive depths.
“I am afraid, David. Take me!”