Twice or three times I tried to cross the stile into the meadows, and each time I was prevented.

Something stopped me.
Something pushed me back.

Naturally I wanted to come by the meadow--the road was horrid--and I wanted to stroll along on the grass and enjoy myself by the river.

But there it was--I couldn't do it.

So I gave up trying, and came by the road after all." "What _do_ you mean, Austin ?" asked Aunt Charlotte.