er road lay toward the open country. At last, leaving behind all lines of houses, she crawled under a barbed-wire fence into a broad meadow where a few cows were grazing; then over a creek into another meadow, and up to a grassy knoll just ahead. From beyond it faint shouts were coming. At the foot of the knoll Margery rested a few moments, then pushed bravely on to the very gate of her adventure.
From the top of the knoll she looked down the other side to a tiny pond where five little boys were playing and splashing. The minute they spied Margery they sank to their chins in the muddy water and raised frantic hands and voices:
"Go 'way from here! Go 'way from here! We're swimmin'! We're swimmin'!"
With considerable inward trepidation but outward calm, Margery descended toward them.
"We're swimmin'! We're swimmin'!" the little boys kept on shouting inanely until Margery was forced to make some acknowledgment of the information.
"Oh!" she called out in sarcasm undisguised, "I thought you was flying!"
That seemed to make the little boys angry. They redoubled their cries and gesticulations.