“And then you came home and told mother that yarn!” interrupted Amos; “and mother went and told Mrs. Stoddard, and so Anne got punished and didn’t know what for. You’re a nice sister to have!” and the boy’s face expressed his disgust.
“But, Amos, I didn’t s’pose Anne would run away,” pleaded Amanda.
“Hmph!” muttered Amos. “Well, she has, and whatever happens to her will be your fault.”
“O-ooh—dear,” wailed the little girl. “What shall I do?”
“Nothing,” answered Amos relentlessly; “only of course now I’ve got to find her.”
“And you won’t ever tell about me,” pleaded Amanda.
“I’d be ashamed to let anybody know I had a sister like you,” answered Amos.
“Amos, you’re real good,” responded Amanda, somewhat to her brother’s surprise. “When will you start?”
“Right off,” declared the boy. “I’ll put a jug of water and something to eat in my boat, and I’ll go round to Truro—Anne must have got that far—and I’ll keep on until I find her and tell her how ashamed I am of you.”
“And say I’m sorry, Amos; promise to tell her I’m sorry,” pleaded Amanda.