Marian hurried up with her, ending up laughing this time. Starting to run, instead of skip, and instead, she scooped the little girl up in her arms. Stopping to turn in a circle short of the blanket.

And give her a sudden, very wide mockingly-afraid face, before falling down suddenly. Rather play-acted-ly, because she drops easily into sitting inside her skirts, and Susan never once even remotely is endangered toward falling on to the grass and not her lap of billowing skirts.