“Why, you may get into some difficulty, and so we get separated.”
“Yes, but,” said Rollo, “it is not near so far across, and we shall have time to get through to the mill long before you come along.”
“Very well, you may do as you please.”
“Jonas, what would you do? Would you go, or not?”
“I think I would not go, if your father thinks we had better not.”
“I want to go very much,” said Rollo.
“Very well,” said his father; “you are willing to go with him, I suppose, Jonas, are you not?”
“O yes, sir,” said Jonas.
“Well,” said Rollo, “let us go. We will he very careful, father, not to get into any difficulty.”
So the two chaises rode on, and Jonas and Rollo, in a few minutes, turned off by a narrow path that struck into the woods. Just as they were bending down their heads to pass under a great branch of a tree, Rollo looked along, and saw Lucy waving her handkerchief to him, as the chaise which she was in disappeared by a turn of the road.