“No, it’s Sunday,” said Nibby’s voice.
“She’d better come along with us at once, then,” said Malkin’s voice.
“Yes,” said Nibby’s voice, “they’ll throw our bodies down the well if we don’t hurry.”
“Suppose you tell her, then.”
“Oh, no, brother, you’re the one to tell her.”
“Oh dear no, brother Nibby, you are the one to——”
“I’ll come!” said Merrimeg. “Never mind telling me. Go ahead, and I’ll follow you!”
The two pairs of wooden shoes turned and went out of the open door, and Merrimeg followed them as they went clop-clopping down the street.
THE CLOP-CLOP SHOES WENT ON INTO THE WOODS