"Didn't you ever see any?" asked Ernest in astonishment.
"I don't believe so."
"Then come on!" cried the boy, with a joyous whoop. "We'll go turtle-hunting."
Gladys skipped along with them until they reached the brook.
"Now Ernest will walk on that side of the water," said Faith, "and you and I will go on this."
"But what are we going to do?"
"Watch for turtles. You'll see."
Ernest jumped across the brook. Gladys walked along the soft grass behind Faith, and the bubbling little stream swirled around its stones and gently bent its grasses as it ran through the meadow.
In a minute Faith's practiced eye caught sight of a dark object on a stone directly in front of them.
It was a turtle sunning himself. His black shell was covered with bright golden spots, and his eyes were blinking slowly in the warm light.