I'm not Carrie or Charlie, but I believe I can walk and talk--perhaps even play games.

Who knows?
Come, get your hat." And I got my hat, and we went.
But what a funny, funny walk that was! He meant to make it a good one; I know he did.

And he tried.

He tried real hard.

But he walked so fast I couldn't half keep up with him; then, when he saw how I was hurrying, he'd slow down, 'way down, and look so worried--till he'd forget and go striding off again, way ahead of me.
We went up on the hill through the Benton woods, and it was perfectly lovely up there.