"Well," she asked her father, "what are we doing here? Why do we not start? Did you not say we had not a moment to lose?"
Red Cedar shook his head.
"I said so, and it is true; each moment we lose robs us of a day of life."
"Let us be off, then."
"It is not possible yet, my child, till I have found what I am seeking."
"What is it, father? Tell, me, perhaps I can help you."
"Bah!" Red Cedar said, suddenly making up his mind, "Why should I make a secret of what concerns you as much as myself?"
"What is it, then, father?"
"Hang it all, your confounded gown, which renders it impossible for you to leap from one branch to another as we shall do."
"Is that all that troubles you?"