“I hope we’re not lost,” whimpered Joan, wiping her eyes.
“Of course not! Folks are never lost unless they get into a panic of fear,” declared Julie, keeping up her own courage by trying to boost that of her companion.
Again the girls climbed and climbed, until presto! right in front and down far below, was the lovely lake! Oh, how beautiful it looked! They stood where they were for a few moments sighing in relief that now they were sure to be rescued. Then Julie frowned and looked at Joan.
“Jo, is there anything wrong with my eyes? I can’t see any meadow opposite us.”
“Neither can I! There’s a rocky pine-topped wall over there.”
“But there was a flat meadow where we camped, wasn’t there?” queried Julie.
“O Julie, you’re not going daffy, are you?” wailed Joan.
“Good gracious! Why do you ask such a thing! Was there a meadow over there?” screamed Julie, shaking Joan fearfully.
“I’ve heard that folks lose their minds when they’re lost in the wilderness,” cried Joan, forgetting to answer the all-important question about the meadow.
“Will you tell me what I want to know—was there a meadow?” yelled Julie, stamping her foot vehemently as she spoke.