"Do you think I would catch cold?" asked the girl, smiling.
"I don't know," Verty said.
"Well, I do not think I will, and you shall wrap me in your coat, if I do," she said, laughing.
In ten minutes, Redbud and Verty were strolling through the grove, and admiring the sunset.
"How pretty it is," she said, gazing with pensive pleasure on the clouds; "and the old grove here is so still."
"Yes," Verty said, "I like the old grove very much. Do you see that locust? It was just at the foot of it, that we found the hare's form, when Dick mowed the grass. You recollect?"
"Oh, yes," Redbud replied; "and I remember what dear little creatures they were—not bigger than an apple, and with such frightened eyes. We put them back, you know, Verty—that is, I made you," she added, laughing.
Verty laughed too.
"They were funny little creatures," he said; "and they would have died—you know we never could have got the right things for them to eat—yes! there, in the long grass! How Molly Cotton jumped away."
They walked on.