“This is n't a safe place to come, Bug. You must n't follow me here.”
“Nen you must n't go into is n't safe places, so I won't follow. Little folks don't know,” Bug said, with cunning gravity.
“He is right,” Elinor said. “I think we'd better leave now.”
They knew that henceforth this spot would be holy ground for them, but they did not dare to think further than that. They only wished that the moments would stay, that the sun would loiter slowly down the afternoon sky.
“I know a way out,” Bug declared. Turn, “I'll show you.”
Then, with a child's sense of direction, he led away from the cave out to where the deep ravine headed in a rough mass of broken rock.
“Tlimb up that and you're out,” Bug declared.
They climbed up to the high level prairie that sweeps westward from the Walnut bluffs.
“Doodby, folks. I want to Botany wiv urn over there. I turn wiv Limpy out here.”
Bug pointed to a group of students wandering about in search of dogtooth violets and other botanical plunder from Nature's springtime treasury. Among the group was Bug's chum, the crippled student.