"The robin. Died to-day. Going to have a funeral in the porch."
"Ho, ho!" laughed Charley.
"You have given me such a fright!" said Amy. "I have not strength enough left to take me home."
Charley offered to carry her on his back, but she declined the offer. After leaning against a tree for a moment, she was able to go on.
"I don't know what the dear child means, do you?"
"Haven't the least idea," said Charley.
"And what is Bertie so busy about?"
"Can't make that out either."
"What is Bertie doing, pet?"
"Making the box," said Flora.