Emily. Where do you think they are? We've been looking a great while for them. I know we are lost, for when we went after the flowers we only turned once, and coming back we have turned three times.
Charles. Have we? Well, never mind, I guess we shall find them.
Emily. I'm afraid we sha'n't. Do let's run.
Charles. Well, so do. Oh, Emily! here's a brook, and I am sure we didn't pass any brook going.
Emily. Oh dear! we must be lost. Hark! Charles, didn't you hear that dreadful noise just now? Wasn't it a bear?
Charles. Poh! I should love to see a bear here. I guess, if he should come near me, I would give him one good slap that would make him feel pretty bad. I could kill him at the first hit.
Emily. I should like to see you taking hold of a bear. Why, didn't you know bears were stronger than men? But only see how dark it grows; we sha'n't see ma to-night, I'm afraid.
Charles. So am I: do let's run some more.
Emily. Oh, Charles, do you believe we shall ever find the way out of this dreadful long wood?
Charles. Let's scream, and see if somebody won't come.