Miss Amelia says you may come with me." "Where are you going ?" Laddie was stripping off my stockings as he looked into my eyes, and smiled a peculiar little smile.
"Oh Laddie!" I cried.

"Will you take me?
Honest!" He laughed again and then he rubbed my feet.
"Poor abused feet," he said.

"Sometimes I wish shoes had never been invented." "They feel pretty good when there's ice." "So they do!" said Laddie.
He swung me to the ground, and we crossed the road, climbed the fence, and in a minute our redbird swamp shut the schoolhouse and cross old Miss Amelia from sight.

Then we turned and started straight toward our Big Woods.

I could scarcely keep on the ground.
"How are the others getting along ?" asked Laddie.
"She's cross as two sticks," I told him.