Like two children they worked happily until a wide pond spread out in a fern bordered hollow.
“Isn’t that lovely?” rejoiced Patricia, gazing proudly at the result of their labor.
“It sure is! Gosh, Pat, look!” holding out his watch.
“Half past five? It can’t be. How I wish now I’d brought the car.”
“No, you don’t, young lady!” contradicted Jack masterfully. “A hike’s made on two feet, not on four wheels.”
“We’ll be late for dinner—”
“Never mind. I’ll take you somewhere to eat.”
“Like this?” looking down at her soiled hands and muddy skirt.
“Sure.”
On the way out of the woods, Patricia’s attention was caught by a cluster of cup-like white flowers. “Aren’t those pretty, Jack? Let’s take them home as a souvenir. We’ve lost our arbutus.”