"Well, you can't, anyway, 'cause you haven't got a frock. Well, now, let's play," and she hopped to her feet. "Come on. What'll it be?"
"I'll show you the brook," volunteered Ezekiel, getting up.
"What's a brook?" asked Rachel.
"Hoh—hoh!" Ezekiel really laughed, it was so funny. "She doesn't know what a brook is," he said, and he laughed again.
"Well, what is it?" demanded Rachel, laughing good-naturedly.
"It's water."
"I don't want to see any water," said Rachel, turning off disdainfully; "there's nothing pretty in that."
"But it's awfully pretty," said Peletiah; "it runs all down over the stones, and under the trees and——"
"Where is it?" cried Rachel, running up to him in great excitement. "Oh, take me to it."
"It's just back of the house," said Ezekiel; "I'll show you the way."