"I'll go along." And away she went for her hat.
The walk was charming.

It was now September, and the fields were full of bright-colored fall flowers, while here and there a sweet-gum tree began to put on autumn tints.

The sun was bright, and there was a strong breeze full of piney odors from the forests to the west.
They saw no game; and when they had rambled about for an hour or so, they sat down under an oak-tree on the edge of the woods, and while they were talking, an idea came into Harry's head.

He picked a great big fat toadstool that was growing near the roots of the tree, and carrying it about sixty feet from the tree, he stuck it up on a bush.
"Now then," said he, taking up his gun, cocking it, and handing it to Kate, "you take a shot at that mark." "Do you mean that I shall shoot at it ?" exclaimed Kate.
"Certainly," said Harry.

"You ought to know how to shoot.