“Not that I know of.”
“I want to go live with the bar-barbarians.”
Miss Wilder’s stern face underwent no change. She answered seriously:
“You would not like it; you would be very uncomfortable. The children have no pretty clothes, no nice homes with gardens to play in, no kind parents or patient teachers.”
“Do they have horses?”
“I suppose so.”
“Do they swim?”
“Probably. They have rude boats called dug-outs,” continued Miss Wilder, glad of an absorbing subject.
“Do the children go in the boats?”