Gwendolyn wrinkled her brows. "But—but isn't Johnnie coming with me?" she asked.
At that Johnnie shook his head vigorously. "Not away from here," he declared. "No!"
"No," repeated Puffy. "Not away from the woods and the stream and fishing, and hunting frogs and tadpoles and water-bugs. Why, he's the Rich Little Poor Boy!"
"Oh!—Well, then I'll come back!" She moved away slowly, looking over a shoulder at him as she went. "Don't forget! I'll come back!"
"I'll be here," he answered. "And I'll let you use my willow fish-pole." He waved a hand.
There were carriage-lamps along the stream now. Alternating with these were automobile lights—brass side-lights, and larger brass search-lights, all like great glowing eyes.
Again They were in advance. "We can't be very far from the Barn," They announced. And each waved his right arm in a half-circle.
"Robin Hood's Barn?" whispered Gwendolyn.
The Policeman nodded. "The first people to go around it," said he, "were ladies who used feather-dusters on the parlor furniture."
"I s'pose it's been built a long time," said Gwendolyn.