All agreed to the arrangement; and the six started off in high spirits.
"Where are we going to-day?" asked Rose Barclay. "Don't kill us, Peggy! I haven't got over being stiff yet, from the last tramp. It was jolly, though."
"It was splendid!" chimed in Ethel Bird. "Why, I had no idea what pretty places there were about here. Shall we go to the woods again?"
"I thought of going up Spy Hill!" said Peggy. "It isn't very high, and there's a lovely view from the top."
"Oh, I never can get as far as that!" cried Viola, aghast. "You said a little walk, Peggy, and that is miles and miles, I know it is. Oh, I think I'll go back."
"Oh, don't!" cried Rose, in a tone of heartfelt interest that won Viola's susceptible heart. "It isn't very far, truly it isn't; and I want to ask you where you got that hat. It is too perfectly lovely for anything! I've got to have a new hat, and I do wish—"
"My dear!" cried Viola, dimpling all over with pleasure, "I'll tell you all about it. You see—"
There was no more trouble with Viola. Peggy chuckled, and started off at a round pace, the others following.
The two Owls, standing at their window with arms intertwined, just thinking of taking a little flutter in the cool of the afternoon, looked after them with friendly eyes.
"What's the matter with Peggy Montfort?" said the Fluffy to the Snowy.