Molly laughed. "That is what Aunt Ada said you would do. And girls,
we may take off our shoes and stockings. How's the baby, Polly?"
"Sound asleep."
"Good! Then I reckon we can leave her for a while, I do want to get my
bare toes on the grass, don't you? Come on, Polly, and let's hunt for
snakes."
"Snakes!" Mary jumped to her feet in horror. "Are there snakes here?
Fancy!" She gathered her skirts about her and looked ready to fly.
"Why, yes. Do you mind them?" returned Molly calmly. "Polly and I
love the little green grass snakes; they are perfectly harmless and are
so pretty."
"Pretty? I could never imagine anything pretty about a snake," replied
Mary, recoiling.
"My word! Molly, just fancy your talking so of a horrid snake."