Before they had gone ten rods, she declared she could draw the wagon no farther, if they killed her for refusing. Katy took her place then, and pretty soon they left the road, and went into the thick forest, to a place where there was plenty of oak leaves growing near the ground.
When they reached the spot, Josephine sat down on a rock. Her companions tried to make her help them pick the leaves; but she said she was so tired she could not possibly do any thing.
In a very short time the body of the wagon was filled with leaves, and the girls were ready to return to the picnic grounds.
“We are going, Josephine; are you ready?” asked Jenny.
“I can’t go yet. I am tired almost to death.”
“We told you you would be; but you would come,” said Katy.
“I didn’t think it was so far.”
“We told you how far it was. We have been here ever so many times before, and know all about it. Come, quick.”
“I don’t feel able to walk back,” sighed Josephine.
“Don’t you, indeed?”