“And are you so terrible fond of it?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t tried proper yet.”
“Come—you shall have a ride.”
So the young man sat at one end astride, and the girl at the other as on a chair, and up and down they went. When he was aloft she was down, and when she soared he was on the ground. She laughed for joy of heart—then suddenly jumped off, and down in an ignominious, precipitate, and ungraceful manner fell George, sprawling on the ground.
“I had forgot,” said Prue.
“I should think you had—to give me such a fall.”
“I don’t mean that—I mean the water.”
“What water?”
“Mother wanted the pitchers filled.”
“Immediately?”