“O, here you are, run-away!” said a bright, rather imperious voice. “Your sister has been worried to death about you. I thought I should have to begin and search the mountains. Come along. I shall not give you another chance to go astray.”
With that Winthrop Ogden took possession of her. The carriages began to move on. The line was forming, and Mr. Endicott walked down its length.
“I have Miss Fannie here, safe;” Mr. Ogden said, with a confident nod.
Fan was so glad to escape observation that she uttered not a word.
“My Uncle and Aunts are here waiting to speak to you.”
She suffered herself to be led thither, listened to the chat and answered again without understanding a word.
They fell in the rear of the procession. Indeed she hardly noticed how they lagged behind, until the tramp of the feet had quite a distant sound.
“Where were you all the afternoon?” Mr. Ogden asked. “Your sister and I started once to find you.”
“Did you?” absently.
“Yes. We did not know but the bears might have come out and eaten you up.”