Come along and we'll prospect." "Oh, for the wings of a dove!" sighed Hattie.

"Even those of the raggedest sparrow would be welcome." "Better wish yourself a fish, for you may have to try swimming," grunted Winnie.
"I can't swim--not a stroke! You'll suggest I shall jump it next, I suppose.

Look here, we shall have to go back.

There's nothing else for it.

Rona! Corona Mitchell! Corona Margarita! Cuckoo! Where've you gone to ?" "Coo--ee!" came in reply from the distance, and presently Rona appeared beckoning vigorously.
"We're--going--back," shouted Hattie.
"No, no! Come along here." Anxious to see if she had found any solution of the problem, the others pelted down a slope and joined her.
"Here's our bridge," said Rona proudly, as soon as they rounded the corner.
"That thing!" exclaimed Winnie, looking aghast at the decidedly slim pole, that was fixed across the stream as a cattle bar.
"I'm not a tight-rope dancer, thank you!" sneered Hattie rather indignantly.
"It'll be quite easy," Rona urged.
"Oh, I dare say! You won't find me trying to walk across it, I can tell you." "I didn't ask you to walk.