"We're going in motor trucks," bubbled Shirley, "I want to ride up front."
"I want to ride on back," proclaimed Sarah who never, by any chance, seemed to agree with anyone else. "I want to ride with my feet hanging over. And I'm going to tie a string to Shirley's rag doll and drag it in the dust—like the pictures in the Early Martyrs book, you know."
Shirley began to hop up and down with anger and began to cry.
"I won't have my dolly dragged in the dust," she shrieked.
"Martyrs have to be dragged in the dust," the perverse Sarah insisted. "I want to see her bounce when she hits the stones."
"Oh, Sarah, do be still," begged Rosemary. Then, to the weeping Shirley, "Sarah is only teasing you, darling. She wouldn't hurt your dolly."
"Are the teachers going?" asked Aunt Trudy anxiously. "I hope some older people will be on hand to look after you."
"Oh, the teachers are going—worse luck!" Sarah assured her. "I'll bet they shriek every time I find a water snake."