"No, sir, I won't do it! I don't mind it, anyway. Come on, Doll, let's hurry a little. Don't you think it's getting sort of dark?"
"Not dark, exactly, but dusky here under the trees."
"It isn't dusk, Dolly, it's dark! I mean, it's after sunset, and the real dark will settle down on us in a few minutes. I know more about these woods than you do, and I know we want to get along faster. We mustn't be in here when it gets really dark."
"But you said you knew the way, Dot," and Dolly's tone was anxious.
"I do, most always, but if we'd been on the right track we ought to have been out of the woods before this. I must have got turned around somehow."
Dotty stopped still and turned a despairing face toward Dolly.
"Good gracious, Dot, you don't mean we're lost!"
"I hope not that, but honest, I don't know which way to go."
"Why not go straight on?"
"I'm not sure, but I think that leads us deeper into the woods."