Away ran the boys, with old Joe hobbling after them, Guy only remaining behind with the girls and Mr. Sherwood. Charlie’s danger had for the moment driven all thought of Jessie and Emily from their minds. Now, however, they began to consider what was to be done to recover the lost cousins.
“I see them!” shouted Guy, pointing to the hill-top in the distance, and starting to meet them. They were just visible in the distance. He soon reached them, very much to Jessie’s relief. Tenderly kissing her he said—
“Where have you been, Jessie?”
“We missed our way, and got lost in the woods behind that horrid quarry!” said Emily. “It’s a wonder we ever found the way back again.”
“Oh, fy—” cried Jessie. She would have said more, and have contradicted this wretched lie, but Emily put her hand before her mouth while she poured a long story of pretended adventures into Guy’s ears. Jessie was shocked. She thought of her uncle’s sigh, and of his quaint proverb, and was silent.
It was fairly dark when the Little Susan, steered by Joe Bunker, with Charlie and the other boys on board, touched her dock. The horses being by this time harnessed to the wagon, the party with their freight of nuts, were soon rolling homewards. Very little was said, after Emily, interrupted by frequent “ohs!” from Jessie, had repeated her lie about losing their way. All felt that the pleasure of the occasion had been greatly marred by Charlie’s conduct; and in spite of Emily’s lie and Jessie’s silence, they also felt that if Jessie should speak she would make it appear that Emily’s story was not exactly true. But the reader knows that all the shadows which fell upon that excursion came from the selfishness of the two visitors from Morristown.