Then came a delicious period of rest under the greenwood trees, while Natalie softly sang a song of the sky-blue water, the others joining in the chorus.
“Forward, march!” cried Marie, a little later.
“One moment!” exclaimed Mrs. Bonnell. “Another tree to hairpin!” and she did her duty.
“Which path?” asked Mabel, as they came to a divergence of the ways. “Left or right, Marie?”
“Er—the—left!” hesitatingly pronounced the leader.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” And to the left they went.
The way became more rocky and rugged—wilder—and there were rather timid glances cast from left to right as they passed through deep, dark and silent glades, dark even with the bright sun shining overhead.
“I wouldn’t want to be lost here,” spoke Mabel in a low voice.
“Hush!” exclaimed Natalie. “Remember we may get back your mother’s ring.”