They shouted to Royal, several times, as loud as they could, but they got no answer. He had gone across from the upper part of the island to the main land again, and had disappeared among the bushes.
“I don’t think that he ought to have gone off and left us,” said Lucy. “Now, how shall we find our way home?”
“O, he’ll come back again before long,” said Marielle. “We’ll begin to get our blueberries, only we’ll stay pretty near here, and then he will know where to find us.”
So Rollo and Lucy came back from the brook. They finished eating their luncheon, and then they went back a little from the brook, to a place where the berries were thick, and commenced gathering them. They put the basket down in a central place, where it would be convenient for them all to find it, to pour in what they should gather in their mugs, and then they went to work industriously gathering the blueberries.
Marielle had emptied her mug once into the basket, and Rollo and Lucy had filled theirs half full, when Royal and Thomas came back.
“Ah,” said Royal, “you don’t know what a beautiful place we found out there, Lucy.”
“What kind of a place?” asked Lucy.
“O, there were some rocks there piled up very high, and a great tree growing out of a crack in one of them.”
“I wish I could see it,” said Lucy.
“It was a beautiful place,” said Royal.