"And it's not at all likely I ever shall. There are bugs
and things," she added vaguely, "and snakes that wriggle about."
"I've always wanted to lie and dream by a camp fire," mused Diane,
unconscious of a certain startled flutter of Aunt Agatha's dressing
gown, "to hear the wind rising in the forest and the lap of the lake
against the shore." She wheeled abruptly, her eyes bright with
excitement. "And I'm going to try it."
"To sleep by a lake in springtime!" gasped Aunt Agatha in great
distress. "Diane, I beg of you, _don't_ do it! I once knew a man who
slept out somewhere--such a nice man, too!--and something bit him--a
heron, I think, or a herring. No! It couldn't have been either.
Isn't it funny how I do forget! Strangest thing! But to sleep by a
lake in springtime, think of that!"
"Oh, no, no, no, Aunt Agatha!" laughed Diane. "I didn't mean quite
that. I'm merely going back to the Glade farm to-morrow to--" she
glanced with furtive uncertainty at her aunt and halted. "Aunt Agatha,
I've been planning a gypsy cart! There! It's out at last and I
dreaded the telling! When the summer comes, I'm going to travel about
in my wonderful house on wheels and live in the free, wild, open
country!"
"I can't believe it!" said Aunt Agatha, staring.
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