“But they do come true if you work at it. Mine did,” Judy reassured her.
Lorraine started to say something more, but broke off suddenly as Lois stumbled into what she felt sure must be the path.
“You were right, Judy!” she cried excitedly. “They’ve concealed it on purpose. We couldn’t possibly have seen it from the road. There isn’t a break in the hedge.”
The path didn’t look very much as Judy remembered it, but she agreed that it might not have been used recently.
“Anyway,” she said, “it’s going in the right direction. We should pass the tower and then come to a rock garden with statues—what’s this?”
A fence with barbed wire running from post to post was directly across the path.
“Shall we crawl under it?” asked Lois.
“We might climb over it,” Judy suggested. “The wires seem loose. I’ll hold them down.”
“Wait! They’re electric!”
The warning from Lois came just too late. Without noticing the white insulators attached to it, Judy had put her hand on the top wire. Quickly she drew back with a sharp cry of pain.