"How far is the Big Bridge, Zan?" asked Jane.
"Let's walk down there and meet Nita," suggested Hilda.
"Oh, the Big Bridge is at the extreme end of the farm and divides Hamilton's stock-farm from ours. If Nita walked as far as that, she would naturally seek shelter at Hamilton's. And Mr. Hamilton would send her here in a machine, or let one of his hostlers drive her back. Nita wouldn't walk back—it's too far for her," said Zan.
"Well, then, as the afternoon is far spent, what do you girls say to our daily swim? We can't start a lesson on gardening to-day, and I don't believe that any of us want to sew until we are satiated with farm-life and country sights," ventured the Guide.
"We'll all vote for a swim—the rain has swollen the creek so that the Falls will make lots of fun for us in the pool," cried Zan, delightedly.
"That's so! I never thought of that!" exclaimed Hilda.
"Hurry up, get undressed!" ordered Zan.
"Will the pool be perfectly safe if it is deeper?" Elena asked timidly.
"Safe as ever—nothing is safe unless you master it!" added Miss Miller, going to her tent to don her bathing-suit.