She held up one of her feet to her aunt as she came opposite to the place, saying, "See, aunt, the grass is not wet at all." "I see it is not," said her aunt.

"I _thought_ it would not be wet; though I was not sure but that it might be.

But come," she added, holding out her hand, "I have concluded not to go to the village, after all.

We are going back home." "Oh, Aunt Jane!" said Mary, following her aunt as she began retracing her steps along the path.

"What is that for ?" "I have altered my mind," said her aunt.
"What makes you alter your mind ?" By this time Aunt Jane had taken hold of Mary's hand, and they were walking together along the path towards home.
"Because you don't obey me," she said.
"Why, auntie," said Mary, "the grass was not wet at all where I went." "No," said her aunt, "it was perfectly dry." "And it did not do any harm at all for me to walk upon it," said Mary.
"Not a bit of harm," said her aunt.
"Then why are you going home ?" asked Mary.
"Because you don't obey me," replied her aunt.
"You see," said her aunt, "there is one thing about this that you don't understand, because you are such a little girl.