“But they seem as if they had been just placed there,” said Scarlett, looking rather dissatisfied with their work.
“Of course they do to-day; but before a week has gone by, they’ll have all their leaves turned up to the light, and go on growing fast. Now, then, who could tell that there was a way down there?”
Scarlett was fain to confess that the concealment would be perfect as soon as the leaves were right, and a shower of rain had removed their tracks.
“And we shall not want to come here at all now, only get in by the proper way. I wish that hole was not broken through.”
“We should not have found it without.”
“Oh yes, we should,” said Fred; “because some day we should have bought candles, and waded down to the mouth.”
“Well,” said Scarlett, as they strolled away at last, “what’s the good of it all, now we have found it out?”
“It doesn’t seem quite so much now we have found everything; but still it is interesting, and it will do to hide in when we want to get away from everybody.”
“But we never do.”
“No,” said Fred. “But never mind; there’s no knowing of what use it may be, and it’s our secret, isn’t it?”