“Perfectly,” said Allen, cheerfully. “I don’t care how many of them know about it now. The more the merrier.”
So Betty experienced the unutterable delight of breaking the glad news to the girls. And, even before she had finished, they were all, by mutual consent, starting in the direction of the cabin of the Old Maid of the Mountains.
“I can’t believe it yet,” said Mollie, her eyes looking as if they were about to pop out of her head with wonder and delight. “And to think that just the other day we were wondering what we could do to help her.”
“I can’t wait to see her face when we tell her,” said Grace, smiling in happy anticipation. “I reckon she will turn all rosy and pink, the way it does sometimes when she forgets to be sad.”
“It seems too wonderful to be true,” said quiet Amy, adding in a soft little voice as if she were half ashamed of what she was saying: “Sometimes it does seem that if you try very hard to help some one and wish very hard for their happiness, something beautiful happens in the end.”
“It surely seems that way,” said the Little Captain.
Will took Amy’s hand in his for a moment saying, with an adoring look:
“Any one is lucky to have you rooting for him, Amy Blackford.”
And so absorbed were they all that no one noticed they had taken the wrong path until they had gone for a considerable distance into the woods.
This was the easiest kind of mistake to make, for at one point the two woods paths intersected, going on from the point of intersection almost at right angles, one to the other. In their pre-occupation, the young folks had taken the wrong path.