“Well,” Tess suggested, recovering somewhat from her fright, “let’s pick some more. That old cow——”
“Bull!” interjected Dot, with confidence.
“Well, bull, then. He needn’t think he’s going to scare us so we can’t carry a bouquet to Ruthie and Mrs. Heard.”
“No-o,” agreed Dot, rather doubtfully. “But I don’t want to go back through that fence again, and into that field.”
“We don’t have to,” declared Tess, promptly. She was standing up now and could see farther than Dot. “There’s another open place where there’re flowers—and there isn’t any fence.”
“And no bulls?” queried Dot.
“There can’t be,” Tess assured her. “They always fence up cattle. We shouldn’t have gone through that fence in the first place.”
So, having somewhat recovered from their panic, they pursued their adventure without for a moment considering that the farther they went in this direction, the greater the distance back to the place where their friends and the automobile remained.
Ruth and Agnes did not think anything about the absence of the two smaller girls until Neale, Sammy and the dog returned from their baths.
As Neale O’Neil came along from the pond and into sight of the automobile and the girls, he was laughing heartily, while Sammy’s face was very red.