The girls shivered.
“You know you’re only pretending,” protested Mary Vance, “and I wish you wouldn’t. You make it too real. I hate that old Piper of yours.”
But Jem sprang up with a gay laugh. He stood up on a little hillock, tall and splendid, with his open brow and his fearless eyes. There were thousands like him all over the land of the maple.
“Let the Piper come and welcome,” he cried, waving his hand. “I’LL follow him gladly round and round the world.”