down in the little valley to play; but Miss Anne told them that they must not go out of her sight.
“But how can we tell,” said Royal, “what places you can see?”
“O,” said Miss Anne, “look up now and then, and if you can see me, in my seat, you will be safe. If you can see me, I can see you.”
“Come,” said Royal, “let us go down to the bridge, and go across the brook.”
The plank which Royal called a bridge, was down below the place where Miss Anne went up to her seat, and Royal and Lucy began to walk along slowly towards it.
“But I am afraid to go over that plank,” said Lucy.
“Afraid!” said Royal; “you need not be afraid; it is not dangerous.”
“I think it is dangerous,” said Lucy; “it bends a great deal.”
“Bends!” exclaimed Royal; “the bending does no harm. I will lead you over as safe as dry ground. Besides, there is something over there that I want to show you.”
“What is it?” said Lucy.
“O, something,” said Royal.
“I don’t believe there is anything at all,” said Lucy, “any more than there was under your cap.”
“O Lucy! there was something under my cap.”
“No, there wasn’t,” said Lucy.
“Yes, that great, flat stone.”
“In your cap, I mean,” said Lucy; “that wasn’t in your cap.”
“In!” said Royal; “that is a very different sort of a preposition.”
“I don’t know what you mean by a preposition,” said Lucy; “but I know you told me there was something in your cap, and that is what I came out to see.”
“Under, Lucy; I said under.”
“Well, you meant in; I verily believe you meant in.”
Lucy was right. Royal did indeed say under, but he meant to have her understand that there was something in his cap, and lying upon the great, flat stone.
“And so you told me a falsehood,” said Lucy.
“O Lucy!” said Royal, “I would not tell a falsehood for all the world.”
“Yes, you told me a falsehood; and now I don’t believe you about anything over the brook. For Miss Anne told me, one day, that when anybody told a falsehood, we must not believe them, even if they tell the truth.”
“O Lucy! Lucy!” said Royal, “I don’t believe she ever said any such a word.”
“Yes she did,” said Lucy. But Lucy said this rather hesitatingly, for she felt some doubt whether she was quoting what Miss Anne had told her, quite correctly.
Here, however, the children arrived at the bridge, and Royal was somewhat at a loss what to do. He wanted very much to go over, and to have Lucy go over too; but by his not being perfectly honest before, about what was under his cap, Lucy had lost her confidence in him, and would not believe what he said. At first he thought that if she would not go with him, he would threaten to go off and leave her. But in a moment he reflected that this would make her cry, and that would cause Miss Anne to come down from her seat, to see what was the matter, which might lead to ever so much difficulty. Besides, he thought that he had not done exactly right about the cap story, and so he determined to treat Lucy kindly.
“If I manage gently with her,” said he to himself, “she will want to come across herself pretty soon.”
Accordingly, when Royal got to the plank, he said,
“Well, Lucy, if you had rather stay on this side, you can. I want to go over, but I won’t go very far; and you can play about here.”
So Royal went across upon the plank; when he had got to the middle of it, he sprang up and down upon it with his whole weight, in order to show Lucy how strong it was. He then walked along by the bank, upon the other side of the brook, and began to look into the water, watching for fishes.
Lucy’s curiosity became considerably excited by what Royal was constantly saying about his fishes. First he said he saw a dozen little fishes; then, going a little farther, he saw two pretty big ones; and Lucy came down to the bank upon her side of the brook, but she could not get very near, on account of the bushes. She had a great mind to ask Royal to come and help her across, when all at once he called out very eagerly,
“O Lucy! Lucy! here is a great turtle, – a monster of a turtle, as big as the top of my head. Here he goes, paddling along over the stones.”
“Where? where?” said Lucy. “Let me see. Come and help me across, Royal.”
Royal ran back to the plank, keeping a watch over the turtle, as well as he could, all the time. He helped Lucy across, and then they ran up to the place, and Royal pointed into the water.
“There, Lucy! See there! A real turtle! See his tail! It is as sharp as a dagger.”
It was true. There was a real turtle resting upon the sand in a shallow place in the water. His head and his four paws were projecting out of his shell, and his long, pointed tail, like a rudder, floated in the water behind.
“Yes,” said Lucy. “I see him. I see his head.”
“Now, Lucy,” said Royal, “we must not let him get away. We must make a pen for him. I can make a pen. You stay here and watch him, while I go and get ready to make a pen.”
“How can you make it?” said Lucy.
“O, you’ll see,” said Royal; and he took up his hatchet, which he had before laid down upon the grass, and went into the bushes, and began cutting, as if he was cutting some of them down.
Lucy remained some time watching the turtle. He lay quite still, with his head partly out of the water. The sun shone upon the place, and perhaps that was the reason why he remained so still; for turtles are said to like to bask in the beams of the sun.
After a time, Royal came to the place with an armful of stakes, about three feet long. He threw them down upon the bank, and then began to look around for a suitable place to build his pen. He chose, at last, a place in the water, near the shore. The water there was not deep, and the bottom was sandy.
“This will be a good place,” he said to Lucy. “I will make his pen here.”
“How are you going to make it?” said Lucy.
“Why, I am going to drive these stakes down in a kind of a circle, so near together that he can’t get out between them; and they are so tall that I know he can’t get over.”
“And how are you going to get him in?” said Lucy.
“O, I shall leave one stake out, till I get him in,” answered Royal. “We can drive him in with long sticks. But you must not mind me; you must watch the turtle, or he will get away.”
So Royal began to drive the stakes. Presently Lucy
