The trip up the lake and the invigorating bath had given Dolly a ravenous appetite and never had food tasted so good. She didn't quite understand why nothing was said about her running away in the night, but it was a great relief that the subject was not touched upon, and in the gay laughter and chatter of the Rose family, she finally forgot all about it.
"Now, who's for a tramp in the woods?" and Mr. Rose lighted a cigar as he left the table.
"Me!" cried Dolly, dancing up to her host; "when can we start?"
"Right away quick," and Mr. Rose smiled down at her; "have you good stout shoes?"
"Yes, indeed," and Dolly showed her little tan boots.
The whole family started off, each with a stout stick to help their steps in climbing, and each with a little basket, because, as Mr. Rose said, "you never can tell what you'll find to bring home."
They started off briskly, Dolly and Dotty on either side of Mr. Rose and Genie and her mother following close behind.
"Guess we'll try the Rocky Chasm path this morning," said Mr. Rose, who acted as guide.
Away they went, walking briskly, but not too rapidly. Though it was a warm day the path through the woods was cool and pleasant and occasionally they paused to rest for a time. Presently the climbing began and this they took by easy stages, so that when at last they reached their goal, Dolly was not at all tired.
"What a beautiful place!" she cried, as they found themselves on top of a high hill looking down into a rocky chasm.