“I come, too!” offered Trouble, as he saw his brother starting away.
“No, you stay here,” objected Mrs. Martin, with a laugh. “We don’t want you getting lost.”
“I’ll soon be back,” Ted called to William.
The Curlytop lad well knew the path to the wood lot, for he and his sister had trod it many times since coming to Dawson’s Farm. And now running and now walking fast, Ted was soon on the edge of the clump of trees. He looked about, but did not see any signs of his sister.
“Maybe she started back another way,” he told himself.
But he decided to give a good look around in the woods, and when he had done so and had not yet caught a glimpse of Janet picking flowers, Ted began to feel worried.
“Guess I’ll give a yell and see if she answers,” he said to himself. So he called: “Janet! Janet! Oh, Jan! where are you?”
Ted paused for a reply, but none came.
Then he called again, and listened. About him he heard only the rustle of the wind in the trees, the whisperings of the bushes, the tinkle of a distant waterfall and the songs of birds.
“I wonder where she is?” thought the boy.