"A new swing! Where is it fixed, Lillia?" said Minnie.
"Out in the garden, under the arbor."
"O, that is a beautiful place, it will be so nicely shaded by the grape vine."
The two girls soon arrived at the summer house. Lillia took hold of the swing, and showing the large new rope to Minnie, said,—
"Don't you think this is nice, Minnie? See how strong it is. There is no fear of its breaking down, as your old thing did last summer."
"Yes, it is a beautiful swing, indeed, Lillia. You will have a nice time with it; and—"
"Swing me," said Lillia, interrupting Minnie. She had placed herself in the seat of the swing, and was pushing herself to and fro.
Minnie obeyed her wish, and pushed the swing with right good will, until Lillia was able to touch the top of the arbor with the tips of her toes. Then she cried out,—