"Longish way," said John. "Mor'n two mile."
"I shall walk," said Amaryllis, decidedly.
"Lot of cattle about," said John.
"Better ride," said Iden.
"No," said Amaryllis, and turned her back on them to look over the wall again.
She was a despot already. There was nothing left for them but to walk away.
"However," said Iden, always trying to round things off and make square edges smooth, "very likely you'll overtake her and pick her up."
"Her wull go across the fields," said John. "Shan't see her."
As he walked down the road home for his dog-trap he looked up at the corner of the wall, but she was not looking over then. Mrs. Iden had fetched her in, as it was time to dress.
"I don't want to go," said Amaryllis, "I hate fairs—they are so silly."