"Don't you know?" There was a slight contempt expressed for such
woeful ignorance. "They are long pieces of wood with places for your
feet up from the ground. It's just as if you had wooden legs, only
they make you tall so that you feel quite grown up."

"I'd like to walk on stilts."

"Would you? Where do you live?"

"Out on the old shell road."

"What! are your folks the people who bought the place near us?"

"Do you live on the shell road, too?" Beth was delighted. She was
beginning to think the "Cherub" might prove very companionable.

"Yes. Your name is Beth Davenport, isn't it? Mine's Julia Gordon.
Say, Beth, I'll come to see you and teach you how to walk on stilts if
you like."

"Will you, really? When will you come?"

"To-morrow morning."

Beth's face fell. "Oh, that's a pity. I shan't be home. I'm going to
stay here all night."

"Well, never mind. I'll come the morning after."

"All right, don't forget."