"Picking water lilies!" she replied pertly.
"You must have fallen in then, because I never did see anything just as wet! But I thought you weren't afraid of storms?"
"I'm not. I love 'em."
"Why do you screw up your eyes for when it thunders then?" he asked, teasingly, as at another terrific sound her eyes shut just as tight as before.
But she only made a face at him in reply.
"Does Miss 'Liza know you're out here?" Timothy demanded next.
"She does."
"I'll just bet she doesn't," he contradicted calmly. "You better come go in. You are wet clear through."
"So are you," retorted Arethusa.
"I think you had better come go in," persisted Timothy. "Honest, Arethusa! It's dangerous," he added, quickly, for just as he spoke a great tree in the outer edge of the woodland went crashing to the ground.