"How do? I was just going up to your house," said Gwendolyn, turning her back to the wind that just then blew strongly.
"Good afternoon. Were you? And I was going to yours."
"My! How cold it is. Winter'll be here before we know it. Makes a body think about her clothes. That's why I was coming. I thought, maybe, you'd like to go shopping with me."
"You're forgetting, I fancy, that I told you I never did that. I shouldn't know how to shop, nor scarcely what it means," laughed Amy.
"That's what me and ma was saying. You seem such a little girl, yet 'Bony' says you're 'most as old as I am."
"But I don't feel old, do you? I wish I might never grow a day older, except that if I do I may be more useful to my people."
"Won't you go, then?"
"Maybe, if you will do something for me, too. I'm not on the road to buy anything, but to sell. I thought that you might know of somebody who would like a burro. Do you?"
"I'd like one myself, first-rate, only I'm saving for a wheel. I'm buying it on the instalment plan. I pay a dollar a week, and after I get my winter things I'll pay more. Do you ride?"
"Nothing so fine as a bicycle; just either Pepita or Balaam."