Yes, we will hide, and then you must try to find us.
Well, go and hide.
One, two, three, four, five, six--look out for me, boys.
Here I come. Ha! I see your black cap, Frank. Come out of that barn.
I spy you, Roy. You are hid under the hay; and there is Fred in the box.
Now, Frank, you shut your eyes.
No, Fred, there is my pony, and I am going to take a ride.
Well, I will get my pony, and ride too. Shall we have a race?
Yes, but my pony can run faster than yours.
If I use my whip, I can keep up with you, and I may pass you.