“Did you say ‘kakios?’”
Phoebe had to collect her thoughts. “Kakos,” she said.
“Oh, all right; they won’t know. But won’t I take the shine out of that Molly!”
Phoebe’s arrested sleep came back to her as she was reflecting on the curious idea which her cousin seemed to have of friendship.
“Come along, Phoebe! This is the shortest way.”
“Oh, couldn’t we go by the road?” asked Phoebe, drawing back apprehensively, as Rhoda sprang lightly from the top of the stile which led into the meadow.
“Of course we could, but ’tis ever so much further round, and not half so pleasant. Why?”
“There are—cows!” said Phoebe, under her breath.
Rhoda laughed more decidedly than civilly.
“Cows! Did you never see cows before? I say, Phoebe, come along! Don’t be so silly!”