the tall yellow grass, jumped the border, and stood upon the edge of
the wood.

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CHAPTER XI


THE GOOD DREAMS


A thin screen of bushes was all that hid from the children's eyes the
people whose voices they could hear so plainly.

"Maybe it's some kind of picnic they're having in there," cried Peter,
pushing eagerly forward. "Come on quick!"

"No, you don't, either," whispered Rudolf, catching him and holding
him back. "Don't let's get caught this time, let's peep through first
and see what the people are like."

"Yes, do let's be careful," pleaded Ann. "We don't want to get
arrested again, it's not a bit nice--though I suppose if this is where
the Queen's friend lives, it isn't likely anything so horrid will
happen to us."