"Those clouds won't come down till night," Humphrey observed. "Come along. It's not very far."
"Better not, Humphie."
"I'm only going to look, Miles. What are you afraid of?"
"Don't know, Humphie," answered the little fellow, with a tiny shake in his voice; "but please don't let us go!"
"Well, you needn't come if you don't like. I'll go alone—I shan't be long."
But Miles didn't like being left in the field by himself; so with a little sigh, he got up, and put his hand in his brother's.
"I'll come," he said, resignedly.
"That's right," said Humphrey; "there's nothing to be afraid of—is there?"
"No," said the child; but his face was troubled, and his voice still shook a little.