"No; we'll sit down and straighten this out and roll it up and finish the cookies and throw away the box and then we'll go home."
It was hard to throw away any of the beautiful bark, for they had gathered only fine specimens, and the quantity they finally selected to keep was a goodly load.
"We'll put on our sweaters," said Dolly; "so we can carry it all. It's no heavier than that lunch box was."
"No heavier," agreed Dotty; "but a good deal more bunglesome and awkward to carry."
Each girl had a big fat roll under each arm and turning they started gaily along in single file.
"You go first," said Dolly, stepping back; "I'm not sure I know the way. I declare to goodness, Dot, I don't see how you remember the way yourself. You've got a regular guide's brain under that black mop of yours! How do you know which way to go, when you can't see anything but trees?"
"Easy as pie!" Dotty called back over her shoulder. "Just follow the nose of Dorothy Rose and away she goes!" And Dotty hopped over a big stone, while Dolly walked around it.
On they went, Dotty leading the way and Dolly following.
"It's getting awfully late, I believe the sun has set," said Dolly, shivering a little under her woollen sweater.
"Oh, no, the sun hasn't set, but you can't see it in these thick woods. We'll soon be out of this thick part now. We came quite a way in, Dollypops."