"Perhaps your grandma will let you have one this summer," said Stella. "She had one for Kingdon last year and we all came to it. It was lovely fun."
"Indeed it was," cried Molly; "there were swings on the trees, and we played tag, and we had bushels of sandwiches."
"I'm going to ask Grandma as soon as ever I get home," declared Midge, "and I 'most know she'll let me have one. But I don't know many children around here to ask."
"I'll make up a list for you," volunteered Molly. "Come on, girls, let's play tag."
The cookies and apples being all gone and Carter having consented in response to their coaxing to stay half an hour longer, they had a glorious game of tag.
Stella, though so sedate when walking, could run like a deer, and easily caught the others; for Marjorie was too plump to run fast, and Molly, though light on her feet, was forever tumbling down.
At last, tired and warm from their racing, they sat down again in the little mossy dell and played jackstones until Carter declared they must go home.
"All right," said Midge; "but, Carter, row us a little farther down stream, won't you, before you turn around?"
"I will, Miss Midge, if ye'll sit still and not be everlastin' makin' me heart jump into me throat thinkin' ye'll turn the boat upside down."
"All right," cried Midge, and she jumped into the boat with a spring and a bounce that made the other end tip up and splash the water all over her.