"Have you cut it much, Milly? let me look."
Milly undid the handkerchief, and showed a deep cut on the palm of her hand. "The salt water makes it smart so," she explained, blinking her eyes fast to get rid of the tell-tale tears.
"It is a deep one. Cover it up again; I will help you," and she tied the handkerchief again.
"Thank you, Lena. I have cut my leg too; was not it stupid! I was trying to hurry, and forgot how slippery it was."
Together they went on, jumping and scrambling from rock to rock.
"We ought to see her now. I am sure that is the place where we left her."
Yes, there was the place, and plenty signs in the scattered sand, that some small person had been at work; but no Lucy was to be seen.
They looked at one another in alarm. What could have become of her?
"Oh, I wish we had never left her!" burst out Milly.
"It's very naughty of her to Lave moved, when we told her not to," said Lena.