“We can’t starve with all these goodies!” cried Johnny. “I feel as if I had just finished a Thanksgiving dinner!”
Janey left Johnny sitting under one of the mushrooms and walked about to see if she could discover a spring, as the sweet mushrooms had made her very thirsty.
Johnny had eaten so much it made him drowsy, and before Janey had gone far he was sound asleep.
Janey passed under the mushrooms and giant ferns until she came to an open space in the center of which a spring bubbled up.
Walking up to the spring, Janey was surprised to see no outlet for the water. It bubbled up just as water would bubble in a kettle when boiling, but this water felt very cold when she put her finger in it.
Upon tasting the water Janey found it sour. “Lemonade!” she cried, and running to the side of the clearing she picked a large leaf and folded it for a cup.
The lemonade was just sweet enough, and Janey drank two large leavesful. She was dipping in again when she heard a tread upon the grass behind her.
“Oh, Johnny,” she cried, “I’ve found a spring of lemonade and it is lovely!”
Then, as Johnny did not answer, she turned her head and saw a strange Man approaching her with upraised stick and a fierce frown upon his face.
“Who said you might drink of my spring!” he shouted, quickening his walk to a hop and waving his arms in a threatening manner.