’Iamreadytogo，’saidAnne，assoonashearrived。
Hepausedasiftakenabackbyherreadiness，andrepliedwithmuchuncertainty，’Wouldit——wouldn’titbebettertoputitofftillthereislesssun？’
Theveryslightestsymptomofsurprisearoseinherassherejoined，’Buttheweathermaychange；orhadwebetternotgoatall？’
’Ono！——itwasonlyathought。Wewillstartatonce。’
Andalongthevaletheywent，Johnkeepinghimselfaboutayardfromherrighthand。Whenthethirdfieldhadbeencrossedtheycameuponhalf-a-dozenlittleboysatplay。