"Please go with Roger," I heard Jerry say when I came up.
"I don't need a keeper!" she flared at him.
"Una!"
"Go, Jerry," I said again.
He paused but the girl went on, so I followed quickly, and wisely, it seemed, for she wandered blindly and would have been lost in a moment.
"If you'll follow me," I ventured, "you will find the way out much more quickly. Otherwise you will probably scratch your face."
I'm sure by the sound of her feet in the dry leaves and her hurried breathing behind me that she would have liked to scratch my face. But she didn't. I think she realized for the first time that without my guidance she would probably spend the rest of the night in the woods.
"I'm sorry to have been obliged to be so unceremonious," I said at last over my shoulder. No reply. But I wasn't in the least daunted. I had made up my mind that she shouldn't venture in again.
"It's rather lucky you weren't seen by any of the gamekeepers. You might have spent the night in the lockup."
Still no reply.