"Just by instinct. I've been around these woods so much, I just kind of know the way home, even if I can't see out. Don't you see this kind of a trail? We just follow this and it brings us out right by our own camp."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure! What's the matter with you, Dolly?"
"Nothing; only it seems as if we'd walked as far since we've started for home as we did when we were going."
"So we have, nearly. Just a little farther now and we come into that clump of beech woods, don't you know? Where there aren't any birch trees, hardly."
"Yes, I know where you mean; but this doesn't look like it."
"'Cause we haven't got there yet, that's why. You wouldn't think birch bark would be so heavy; would you?"
"I don't mind it. Here give me one of your bundles; I'd just as lieve carry it as not. Give me the one out of your left wing. I know that one must be tired."
"'Deed I won't. You've got enough to carry. I'll throw my left hand bundle away before I let you lug it."
"Oh, don't throw it away! It's a shame, after we've taken such trouble to gather it. Do let me carry it, Dotty."