“Did you ever do it?” the girls heard Sylvie ask. “It’s the dratest fun. Zey all swim round, and you pote ’em wiv a stit.”
“Does they squeal?” queried Zaidee, earnestly.
“No-o, I don’t zink so,” returned Sylvie, doubtfully.
“I sawed Thomas cut off a chicken’s head once,” piped up Helen.
“I’ve seen lots of chiten’s heads tut off,” said Sylvie, in a superior way.
“What are they going to do?” wondered the girls in the apple-tree, as the group passed down the lane.
“They’re going to the brook,” said Cricket, peering after them. “Let’s go and see.”
“Don’t let them see us,” cautioned Eunice. “I b’lieve they’re up to some mischief. Keep behind the hedge.”
Eunice and Cricket followed the group at a little distance.
