"Not a bit of it. The sun's too bright down there. Let's walk in the woods."
"The woods are so hot; there isn't a bit of breeze in there."
In sheer idleness of spirit the girls got up and wandered aimlessly about. Going down through the garden and across the chicken-yard, they paused a moment by the old well to get a drink.
As they turned the windlass and drew up a full bucket of water, while the empty one went down, Molly was seized with an inspiration.
"Mopsy Midget!" she exclaimed. "I'll tell you the very thing! Let's go down the well, and get cooled off!"
"How can we?" said Marjorie, who was quite ready to go, but couldn't see her way clear as to the means of transportation.
"Why, as easy as anything! You go down in one bucket, and I'll go down in the other."
"We can't get in these buckets."
"Of course not, goosey; but we can get our feet in, and then stand up, and hold on by the chain."
"We can't get our feet in flat, the buckets aren't wide enough." As she spoke, Marjorie stood on one foot and examined the sole of her other shoe, which was certainly longer than the diameter of the bucket.