And then they both shook their heads . It was early on Saturday morning and the Merediths were out in the dew-drenched world with a delightful consciousness of the holiday . They had never had anything to do on a holiday . Even Nan and Di Blythe had certain household tasks for Saturday mornings , but the daughters of the manse were free to roam from blushing morn to dewy eve if so it pleased them . It DID please Faith , but Una felt a secret , bitter humiliation because they never learned to do anything . The other girls in her class at school could cook and sew and knit ; she only was a little ignoramus . Jerry suggested that they go exploring ; so they went lingeringly through the fir grove , picking up Carl on the way , who was on his knees in the dripping grass studying his darling ants . Beyond the grove they came out in Mr. Taylor 's pasture field , sprinkled over with the white ghosts of dandelions ; in a remote corner was an old tumbledown barn , where Mr. Taylor sometimes stored his surplus hay crop but which was never used for any other purpose . Thither the Meredith children trooped , and prowled about the ground floor for several minutes . `` What was that ? '' whispered Una suddenly . They all listened . There was a faint but distinct rustle in the hayloft above . The Merediths looked at each other . `` There 's something up there , '' breathed Faith . `` I 'm going up to see what it is , '' said Jerry resolutely . `` Oh , do n't , '' begged Una , catching his arm . `` I 'm going . '' `` We 'll all go , too , then , '' said Faith . The whole four climbed the shaky ladder , Jerry and Faith quite dauntless , Una pale from fright , and Carl rather absent-mindedly speculating on the possibility of finding a bat up in the loft .
He longed to see a bat XXXXX daylight .
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