“Sorry to leave you, Harold,” she said. “But we’ll send help. So long.”
“Goodbye!” he answered, in a tone of assumed distress.
The girls began to walk very fast, breaking now and then into a run, and talking little, in order to save their breath.
“If we only had a watch!” sighed Marjorie, after they had gone about half a mile.
“You’ll never forgive me, will you, Marj?” wailed Frieda again. In her own mind, she was the chief of sinners.
“Nonsense, Frieda; it was an accident. Oh, look, the sun’s gone in! Now we can’t possibly tell the time.”
“I’m baked!” cried Frieda, stopping suddenly. “I can’t stand this raincoat another minute!”
“Nor I either!” agreed Marjorie; and both girls took them off.
“There’s a house ahead!” announced Marjorie, about ten minutes later. “If we could only get a piece of bread——”
“And find out what time it is,” added the other.