CHAPTER XIV. 
WHAT THEY SA W IN THE WOODS. 
T HE long talked-of clay in the woods came at last, 
and Miss Harson called it their “ Maying.” 
From the variety of things, however, that the chil- 
dren proposed taking with them, it looked a little 
like emigrating to a desert island ; and Malcolm was 
asked why he did not strap a kettle on his back, 
gypsy-fhhsion, or carry materials for a tent. 
First, little Edith wanted to carry her dollies, both 
for the pleasure of giving them an airing, and be- 
cause something might happen to them in her absence ; 
then Clara had a picture-book or two and her draw- 
ing-materials : she had read, she admitted rather bash- 
fully, that people often sketched in the open air ; but 
Miss Harson replied, laughing, “ Not in the woods, 
dear, for they don't get very good views there.” And 
Malcolm appeared laden with various contrivances 
for catching all the possible and impossible animals 
that might cross their path. 
Besides all this, there was the basket of luncheon, 
which was quite a substantial one ; for Kitty had no 
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