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 shan'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 shan't see Ma' to-night, I'm afraid.
Charles. So am I: do let's run some more.
Emily. O Charles, do you believe we shall ever find the way out of this dreadful long wood?
Charles. Let's scream, and see if somebody wont come.