Their voices echoed through the trees, but there was no other answer—at least for a while. Then, when they had walked on a little farther, and found a spring of water where they had a cool drink, they called again:
"Mollie! Mollie! Where are you?"
Then, all at once, seemingly from a long way off, came an answering call:
"Wait a minute. I'm coming!"
"Oh, did you hear that?" gasped Flossie.
"It was somebody talking to us," whispered Helen.
"And it wasn't the echo, either," went on Flossie.
"Maybe it was your doll," suggested Freddie. "Did it sound like her voice?"
"A—a little," said Helen slowly.
"We'll call again," suggested Flossie, and once more the children cried aloud: