They did not know Dorothy Calvert.
The path led down the mountainside and into a broad road which followed the bank of a stream. Somehow, when this point was reached, the village seemed no nearer.
Dorothy uttered no protest, however. But the others exchanged glances, as if to say:
“Well, I wonder will she ever get enough?”
On they went till at last, at a great bend in the road, where lay a fallen log, Molly stopped for a rest.
“You folks can go on,” said she, seating herself on the fallen tree. “I’ll wait here and go back with you.”
“And I,” said Aurora, dropping down beside her.
“Guess those are my sentiments, too,” drawled Jim, as he languidly sat down beside the girls.
“Well,” said Gerald, “after our journey this morning, and the work I did in camp, I don’t believe I want any village in mine, either.”