One delightful afternoon, the aunties had gone to sewing society, and the twins were holding a consultation as to what would be the most fun for them to do.
“Let’s walk to town and get some soda water,” suggested Dolly.
“All right,” returned Dick; “but we needn’t walk unless we want to. Michael’s going down with the wagon. But he isn’t ready yet.”
“Well, let’s walk on, and then when he comes along we can get in, if we want to.”
“Yes, and we can ride home, anyway.”
So after arranging with Michael to look out for them on the way, Dick and Dolly started off. They loved to walk to town, for there was so much of interest along the way. The first part, more or less wooded, showed various enticing spots to sit down and rest a while.
Squirrels were apt to come round and be sociable, or birds would sing little songs of greeting from the branches. There were always new wild-flowers, and just now the wild roses were opening, and daisies were in bloom.
And, if they were very cautious, there was always a chance of seeing fairies.
Now that Pinkie was understood, Dolly returned to her original idea of fairies,—tiny, fragile beings, with wings and wands.
Dick had some doubts as to their existence, but was always on the alert to catch sight of them in the woods.