"There is no use in our making a mountain out of a mole hill," she
said, plucking a wild rose as they swung by and smelling of its
delicious fragrance. "Last night, I admit, it seemed very terrifying
to us, but that was probably because we couldn't see what it was that
frightened us. It may just have been a large dog or something."
"Humph," sniffed Amy, sceptically, "it must have been a monster dog.
Sort of a ghost hound."
"Goodness, that's going from bad to worse," laughed Betty, as they
rejoined the other girls. "Let's hope it isn't anything like that, Amy
dear. Hello, what are you waiting for?" she hailed the girls
cheerfully. "We almost fell over you."
"Watch your step," cautioned Mollie, adding as she cleared aside some
bushes and motioned Betty to a place beside her: "We've reached the
river, Betty, and a little farther up is the falls. Isn't it
beautiful?"
"Oh, it is beautiful," rejoined Betty, a sentiment which Amy heartily
echoed, and for a few minutes they stood there, drinking in the beauty
of the scene, entirely unmindful of the lovely picture they themselves
made with their loosened hair and wreaths of wild flowers.
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