Once off the campus, they followed the path along the lake and turned their faces toward Round Head as being the spot most apt to be deserted at that hour in the morning. It was not long before they were climbing the steep hill.
“Where shall we lay it to rest, poor weary little sole?” asked Nance, laughing.
“Let’s dig the grave on the Exmoor side,” answered Molly. “Behind one of those big rocks is a good spot. We’ll be hidden from sight and the ground is softer there.”
THEY SET TO WORK TO DIG A SMALL GRAVE FOR JUDY’S SLIPPER.—Page 129.
Talking and giggling, because after all they were entirely innocent of any wrongdoing, they set to work to dig a small grave for Judy’s slipper.
“When the earth casts up its dead on the Day of Judgment, Nance, do you suppose this slipper will seek its mate?”
“I hope it won’t seek it any sooner,” answered Nance dryly.
At last the grave was ready. They laid the slipper in the hole, carefully covered it with earth, and concealed all evidences of recent disturbance with bits of grass and splinters of rock.