“Let her go with you, girls—won’t you?” said Flora.
For Flora’s sake they consented, though they did not like to have her with them.
“But how shall we bring the leaves?” asked Jenny. “We shall want as many as a bushel of them, for we must all go home with crowns on our heads.”
“I’ll tell you what we can do,” added Katy. “We can take the little wagon. That will hold a bushel.”
“So we can; and it will hold more than a bushel. Come along; we are all ready.”
Katy and Jenny were the two girls who were going for the leaves, and one of them took hold of each side of the pole of the wagon. They started off at a brisk pace, Josephine following behind the wagon.
“Pray, don’t go so fast; I can’t keep up with you if you do,” said the New York miss.
“I can’t help it. You may go back if you can’t. We are in a hurry. We shall not get our chaplets made till dark if we don’t make haste with the leaves.”
Josephine was obliged to quicken her pace, or be left behind; but she complained a great deal of the rudeness of the girls in walking so fast.
After they had gone some distance, she saw some curious leaves, and she wanted a few of them. She said, half a dozen times, she wished she had some, and finally asked Katy if she wouldn’t be so very kind as to get her a few of them.