Winona and Adelaide, freed of any further duties till supper-time, went off exploring. It was a perfect day, bright and breezy and not too hot. Winona half-danced along, singing under her breath. The sun glinted on her pretty hair and lighted up her blue eyes. Adelaide looked at her wistfully.
“I do wish I were you!” she said abruptly.
Winona looked at her in surprise. “Wish you were me? Why, on earth?” she asked. “Isn’t it just as nice to be you?”
Adelaide shook her head. “I don’t like it much!” she said rebelliously.
“Why not?” asked Winona.
Adelaide shrugged her shoulders.
Winona slipped her arm about her, and pulled her down on a comfortable looking log.
“Let’s sit down and talk about it,” said she cheerfully.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Adelaide turned and faced Winona.