Chapter Four.
“God Save the King!”
“Seems queer now,” said Fred, as they gazed down into the garden, “that we could have felt so scared.”
Scarlett was silent.
“What are you thinking about!”
“Whether I oughtn’t to tell father about that place.”
“I suppose you ought,” said Fred, after a pause; “but if you do, we shall have no more fun.”
“I didn’t see any fun in it,” said Scarlett, slowly.
“Not then; but see what we could do with a secret place of our own to retreat to whenever we liked, and no one knowing where we had gone. I say, don’t tell anybody.”
“But I feel as if I ought to tell my father, as it’s his place.”