The country hereabout was pretty well wooded, but there were roads cut through the woods, and there were some open places, and everywhere, underfoot, the sand was about six inches deep.

Rectus took Corny by one hand, and I took her by the other, and we made her trot through that sand, in sunshine and shade, until she declared she was warm enough to last for a week.

The yellow-legged party and some of the other passengers were wandering about, gathering the long gray moss,--from limbs where they could reach it,--and cutting great palmetto leaves which grew on low bushes all through the woods, and carrying them about as fans or parasols; but although Corny wanted to join in this fun, we would not stop.

We just trotted her until she was tired, and then we ran her on board the boat, where her mother was waiting for her.
"Now, then," said Mrs.Chipperton, "immediately to bed." The two disappeared, and we saw no more of Corny until supper-time.

Her mother was certainly good at cure, if she didn't have much of a knack at prevention.
Just as the boat was about to start off on her return trip, and after she had blown her whistle two or three times, Mr.Chipperton appeared, carrying an immense arm-load of gray moss.