Christine, grasping a great yellow bunch of primroses in each hand, ceased picking flowers and watched the bright-eyed squirrels and rabbits gambolling everywhere around.
"Ridgie, have you noticed all the rabbits and squirrels are quite tame?"
"Of course they're tame," agreed the Lion, "Nobody here to hurt them; why, they will come and eat out of your hand."
"Why is that?" asked Ridgwell.
"No guns or traps," chuckled the Lion. "Any animal respectably brought up is indignant at the very thought of a gun or a trap; consequently they keep themselves to themselves, and seldom go out into society."
Ridgwell's gaze roamed over the lovely spring landscape, and rested upon the masses of flowers the other children were picking.
"Everything here is just as it ought to be, isn't it, Lal?"
"Every single thing," answered the Lion. "But it is going to change, you know, almost directly."
"Change?" echoed Ridgwell. "Why, Lal?"
The Pleasant-Faced Lion chuckled softly, and lifting his head, called out, "Summer."