“Yes,” said Lucy.
“Well, I will,” said Miss Anne; “I can’t tell you what, now, for I don’t know; but it shall be something you will like.
“But, Royal,” she added, “what shall we do for a seat in our swing?”
“Why, we must have a board—a short board, with two notches. I know how to cut them.”
“Yes, if you only had a board; but there are no boards down here. I think you had better go with Lucy, and then you can bring down a board.”
Royal said that it would take some time to saw off the board, and cut the notches; and, finally, they concluded to postpone making the swing until the next time they came down to the glen; and then they would bring down whatever should be necessary, with them.
As they were walking slowly along, after this, towards home, Royal said something about Lucy’s not being willing to go for his promise, as well as for Miss Anne’s,—which led to the following conversation:—
Lucy. I don’t believe you were going to give me anything at all.
Royal. O Lucy!—I was,—I certainly was.
Lucy. Then I don’t believe that it would be anything that I should like.