“It may stay there until the spring thawing,” said Mag. “You had better stick to the path going home. It is better to stick than get stuck.”
“I wish I had some stilts,” sighed Nan. “They would carry me over like seven league boots.”
“Can you walk on them?” asked Billy.
“Sure! Walking on stilts is my one athletic stunt,” laughed Nan. “I haven’t tried for years but I used to do it with extreme grace.”
That afternoon Billy had a mysterious package that he stowed under the seats in the coach.
“What on earth is that?” demanded Mag.
“Larroes to catch meddlers!”
“Please, Billy!”
“Well, it’s nothing but some fence rails to help Nan and Lucy get home. I’m afraid the Misses Grant will object if they pull down a fence every time they get stuck in the mud.”