where there aren't many trees. Perhaps they have thoughts of their own, and they get mixed up with our thoughts."
"Well, one can think here," Chip said. "There are some fine walks, too. I'll take you for a walk over the cliffs to-morrow, if it's not too cold and windy."
"We'll come over after breakfast," said Noel. "You might walk half way and meet us, Chip."
"Right!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "I'll start out at about half-past nine."
After supper they sat by the fire and talked until Judy grew so sleepy that she said she'd never be able to get to the inn if they didn't start at once.
When they went out they found it had stopped raining, but there was a high wind blowing. It roared high up over their heads most of the time, every now and then swooping down upon them and shaking their clothes, then going crazily off to roar above their heads again. The moon looked out occasionally through gaps in the flying clouds. A wild night that made the blood go faster. The road was rough and stony and in order to be guided better, Judy passed one arm through Chip's and the other through Noel's, and they walked abreast. She felt Chip straighten
