"In the plantation it will be quite sheltered—don't you think so?"
"Most of the way it will," he answered; "but there ain't half as much wind as there was an hour ago."
"An hour ago it was blowing a gale. If it had kept on like that I shouldn't have thought of going out at all."
"Which would have been a pity," Billy answered, with a grin, "for the sun is a-shinin' beautiful."
Two or three times Billy had to stop the donkey, while he dragged large branches out of the way. They were almost on the point of turning back again when Dorothy said—
"Is that the trunk of a tree, Billy, lying across the road?"
"Well, miss, I was just a-wonderin' myself what it were. It don't look like a tree exactly."
"And yet I cannot imagine what else it can be."
"Shall we drive on that far and see, miss?"
"I think we had better, Billy, though I did not intend going quite so far."