"Somehow such
fast travelling doesn't seem to agree with a fellow. Walking is good
enough for me."
"Me too!" cried the Little Colonel, tying on her white sunbonnet. "But
the first part of it was lovely,--just like flyin'."
Jonesy ran back to give the man his key, and was kept answering
questions so long that he did not catch up with the other children until
they were in sight of the barn.
"After all," said Keith, as the three trudged along together, "maybe
we'd better not tell how near we came to being run over. Grandmother
and Aunt Allison would be dreadfully worried if they should hear of it.
They are always worrying for fear something will happen to us."
"Mothah would be _wild_" exclaimed the Little Colonel, "if she knew I
had been in any dangah. Maybe she wouldn't let me out of her sight again
to play all summah."
"Then let's don't tell for a long, long time," proposed Keith. "It'll be
our secret, just for us three."
"All right," the others agreed. They dropped the subject then, for the
barn was just ahead of them, and the gay picnickers came running out,
demanding to know where they had been so long.
The Little Colonel often spoke of her experience afterward to the two
boys, however, and in Keith's day-dreams a home for Jonesy began to
crowd out all other hopes and plans.
CHAPTER VII.
A GAME OF INDIAN.
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