“How?” said Rollo.
“Why, look there at the shadow of that post,—that would do.”
She pointed to a post with a rounded top upon it, which stood by the side of the garden gate. The shadow, clear, distinct, and well defined, was projected upon the walk; and Lucy told Rollo that they might mark the place where the top of that shadow came every day, and that that would do just as well.
“But how could we mark it?” said Rollo.
“Why, we could drive a little stake unto the ground.”
“O, that would not do,” said Rollo. “People would trip over them, and break them down. They would be exactly in the walk.”
Lucy saw that this would be a difficulty, and, for a moment, seemed to be at a loss. At length, she said,
“We might go somewhere else, then, where the people would not come.”
“But what should we do for a post?” said Rollo.