"Come now. She's out," Beth coaxed.
"So she was the other day," Sammy reminded her.
"But we'll go into the garden. She can't catch us there. It's too dark."
Sammy, half persuaded, ventured out from the gateway, then hesitated.
"But is it very dark?" he said.
"Not so very, when you're used to it," Beth answered. "But it's nice when it's dark. You can fancy you see things. Come! run!" She seized his hand as she spoke, and set off, and Sammy, overborne by the stronger will, kept pace with her.
"But I don't want to see things," he protested, trying to hold back when they came to the dark passage which led into the garden.
"Don't be a fool, Sammy," said Beth, dragging him on. "I believe you're a girl."
"I'm not," said Sammy indignantly.
"Then come and sit on the see-saw."