They strolled round the garden, peeped at the rabbits and a brood of baby chickens just hatched, then wandered on down the drive.
"Can't we play something?" suggested Isabel—"something quite clean and quiet with no running in it."
Peter thought for some time, then he said: "I don't believe there are any games like that." Being a boy, you see, he couldn't think of one, so he said he didn't think there were any.
Follow-my-leader
"Yes, there are," said Isabel, "heaps of them, only I can't think of one. Oh, I know, follow my leader, walking, not running, and of course not on the grass. I'll be leader."
So off they started, and great fun it was. Isabel led into such queer places—the potting-house, tool-shed, laundry, and even into the dairy once. Then it was Peter's turn, and he went through the chicken-run, stable-yard, and kitchen-garden, and then down the drive.
When he got to the gate he hesitated, then started off down the road.
"Ought we to go down here, do you think?" asked Isabel, plodding along behind him.
"Oh, yes, it's all right," Peter said; "we're keeping off the grass and not running, and that's all mother told us," and on they went.
After walking for a little way, Peter turned off down a side lane, a favourite walk of theirs in summer, and Isabel followed obediently.