"Guess I'll do some exploring" says I.
"But I've been wanting to do that this half-hour," says Vee.
"Well, let's then," says I.
"Go on," says Mabel, "and tell me about it afterward."
Oh, yes, we explores. Say, I'm a bear for that too! You have to go hand in hand over the rocks, to keep from slippin'. And the fog makes it all the nicer. We didn't go far before we came to the edge. Then we cross in another direction, and comes to more edge.
"Why, we're on a little island!" says Vee.
"Big enough for us," says I. "Here's a good place to sit down too." We settles ourselves in a snug little corner that gives us a fine view of the fog.
"How silly of you to come away up here," says Vee, "just because—well, just because."
"It's the only wise move I was ever guilty of," says I. "I feel like I had Solomon in the grammar grade."
"But how did you happen to get here—with Payne?" says she.