“Miss Sallie,” interrupted Mollie gently, “remember I am in the guard house for the next twenty-four hours. I broke all camp regulations by being lost yesterday. So I can’t go with the party to Mr. Latham’s.”
“Nonsense, Mollie!” said Miss Stuart kindly. “I was only joking when I threatened to establish military discipline in my camp. Besides, if you were disobedient, you were well enough punished for it. Don’t you wish to come with us?”
Mollie shook her head. “If you don’t mind, Miss Sallie, I would rather not,” she replied. “I am a little tired and I would rather stay quietly up here. You can count on my promise this time. I won’t go more than a yard from the cabin. Naki and Ceally will both be here to look after me.”
“I will stay with Mollie,” spoke up Bab. “I prefer not to leave her alone.”
Mollie protested energetically. “Bab, you must not stay behind with me. If you insist on doing it, I shall go with you, no matter how tired I feel. You know you are the one original lady rescuer of an airship yet on record! I was only the legs of the rescue, as I ran after Naki and Ceally. You were the brains of the whole business. Besides, you know you are simply dying to see Reginald Latham’s airship models, as well as their beautiful house and grounds. Make her go, Miss Sallie!” Mollie ended.
“I see no reason, Bab, why you shouldn’t accompany us.” Miss Sallie declared. “Naki and Ceally will look after Mollie, and an afternoon’s rest will be much better for the child than a long, fatiguing excursion.”
Mollie walked to the edge of the hill to see Miss Sallie and her charges start off on their excursion to Mr. Latham’s. Then she thankfully crept home to the little cabin and stretched herself out on her cot, with the eider down comfort drawn up to her head. The child, who was not so vigorous as Bab, was worn out from her fright and exposure. An hour later she awakened, feeling bright and rested as though she had never been lost in a strange woods.
It was a lovely, bright afternoon. Mollie could hear the leaves rustling outside, as the wind stirred them and they fluttered to the ground. The little girl had read that a swan sings a wonderful song just as he is about to die. She walked out on the porch with an odd fancy in her head. She stopped and listened again to the sound the autumn leaves made, as they swirled from the trees to the earth.
“I believe,” Mollie smiled to herself, “that the autumn leaves sing their swan song, too.” She pointed to a beautiful, golden maple leaf, that was fluttering in the air. “See, there is a leaf! It is singing its good-bye song to the tree, which has borne it all summer! The little leaf is traveling to an unknown land down under the ground.”
Mollie laughed at her own idea. It was difficult for her to keep her eyes turned away from her ravine. She glanced up the hill. Surely she saw a figure moving there. It was a slight young creature, no larger than Mollie herself. Was it a boy or girl? It was impossible to tell, though the figure was drawing toward her.