"There's a cooky jar at home with something in it," he reminded Grater. "Let's go."
With a bound Jeremiah and Grater mounted their weary steeds, and in a moment they were out of sight over the tree tops.
"Did you ever!" exclaimed Hortense.
"I think we'd better go home," Andy suggested.
Accordingly, they struck down the steep mountain side and soon were at the foot, where ran the brook.
"We'll have to wade," said Andy.
They plunged in and across, and with wet shoes and stockings, ran across the pasture, through the orchard to the house.
"It's late. Whatever will they think!" said Hortense.
"I'm going straight to bed without being seen," said Andy.
It seemed the only thing to do, so Hortense stole quietly in and up the dark stairs to her room.