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in his struggles with the bushes, it was often upside-down. "Last time we came they were ever so much thicker over that wall great bouncers; and there is a cave there where the boys made a fire. Let's go and fill our things quick, and then hide in the cave and let the others find us," proposed Nan, thirsting for adventures. Rob consented, and away they went, scrambling over the wall and running down the sloping fields on the other side, till they were hidden among the rocks and underbrush. The berries were thick, and at last the pails were actually full. It was shady and cool down there, and a little spring gave the thirsty children a refreshing drink out of its mossy cup. "Now we will go and rest in the cave, and eat our lunch," said Nan, well satisfied with her success so far. "Do you know the way?" asked Rob. "'Course I do; I've been once, and I always remember. Didn't I go and get my box all right?" That convinced Rob, and he followed blindly as Nan led him over stock and stone, and brought him, after much meandering, to a small recess in the rock, where the blackened stones showed that fires had been made. "Now, isn't it nice?" asked Nan, as she took out a bit of bread-and-butter, rather damaged by being mixed up with nails, fishhooks, stones and other foreign substances, in the young lady's pocket. "Yes; do you think they will find us soon?" asked Rob, who found the shadowy glen rather dull, and began to long for more society. "No, I don't; because if I hear them, I shall hide, and have fun making them find me." "P'raps they won't come." "Don't care; I can get home myself." "Is it a great way?" asked Rob, looking at his little stubby boots, scratched and wet with his long wandering. "It's six miles, I guess." Nan's ideas of distance were vague, and her faith in her own powers great. "I think we better go now," suggested Rob, presently. "I shan't till I have picked over my berries;" and Nan began what seemed to Rob an endless task. "Oh, dear! you said you'd take good care of me," he sighed, as the sun seemed to drop behind the hill all of a sudden. "Well I am taking good care of you as hard as I can. Don't be cross, child; I'll go in a minute," said Nan, who considered five-year-old Robby a mere infant compared to herself. So little Rob sat looking anxiously about him, and waiting patiently, for, spite of some misgivings, he felt great confidence in Nan. "I guess it's going to be night pretty soon," he observed, as if to himself, as a mosquito bit him, and the frogs in a neighboring marsh began to pipe up for the evening concert. "My goodness me! so it is. Come right away this minute, or they will be gone," cried Nan, looking up from her work, and suddenly perceiving that the sun was down. "I heard a horn about an hour ago; may be they were blowing for us," said Rob, trudging after his guide as she scrambled up the steep hill. "Where was it?" asked Nan, stopping short. "Over that way;" he pointed with a dirty little finger in an entirely wrong direction. "Let's go that way and meet them;" and Nan wheeled about, and began to trot through the bushes, feeling a trifle anxious, for there were so many cow-paths all about she could not remember which way they came. On they went over stock and stone again, pausing now and then to listen for the horn, which did not blow any more, for it was only the moo of a cow on her way home. "I don't remember seeing that pile of stones do you?" asked Nan, as she sat on a wall to rest a moment and take an observation. "I don't remember any thing, but I want to go home," and Rob's voice had a little tremble in it that made Nan put her arms round him and lift him gently down, saying, in her most capable way, "I'm going just as fast as I can, dear. Don't cry, and when we come to the road, I'll carry you." "Where is the road?" and Robby wiped his eyes to look for it. "Over by that big tree. Don't you know that's the one Ned tumbled out of?" "So it is. May be they waited for us; I'd like to ride home wouldn't you?" and Robby brightened up as he plodded along toward the end of the great pasture. "No, I'd rather walk," answered Nan, feeling quite sure that she would be obliged to do so, and preparing her mind for it. Another long trudge through the fast-deepening twilight and another disappointment, for when they reached the tree, they found to their dismay that it was not the one Ned climbed, and no road anywhere appeared. "Are we lost?" quavered Rob, clasping his pail in despair. "Not much. I don't just see which way to go, and I guess we'd better call." So they both shouted till they were hoarse, yet nothing answered but the frogs in full chorus. "There is another tall tree over there, perhaps that's the one," said Nan, whose heart sunk within her, though she still spoke bravely. "I don't think I can go any more; my boots are so heavy I can't pull 'em;" and Robby sat down on a stone quite worn out. "Then we must stay here all night. I don't care much, if snakes don't come." "I'm frightened of snakes. I can't stay all night. Oh, dear! I don't like to be lost," and Rob puckered up his face to cry, when suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he said, in a tone of perfect confidence, "Marmar will come and find me she always does; I ain't afraid now." "She won't know where we are." "She didn't know I was shut up in the ice-house, but she found me. I know she'll come," returned Robby, so trustfully, that Nan felt relieved, and sat down by him, saying, with a remorseful sigh, "I wish we hadn't run away." "You made me; but I don't mind much Marmar will love me just the same," answered Rob, clinging to his sheet-anchor when all other hope was gone. "I'm so hungry. Let's eat our berries," proposed Nan, after a pause, during which Rob began to nod. "So am I, but I can't eat mine, 'cause I told Marmar I'd keep them all for her." "You'll have to eat them if no one comes for us," said Nan, who felt like contradicting every thing just then. "If we stay here a great many days, we shall eat up all the berries in the field, and then we shall starve," she added grimly. "I shall eat sassafras. I know a big tree of it, and Dan told me how squirrels dig up the roots and eat them, and I love to dig," returned

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