“But, where are we going to, Nana?”
“Why yonder!” cried Anna hurriedly as she pointed to the south.
“But that way leads to the sea!” cried Dalima.
“Just so,” replied Anna, “and that is where I want to go.”
“What are we going to do there, Nana?” asked Dalima anxiously.
“I know a hiding place where no one will find us or even go to look for us.”
“What? There, Nana?”
“Yes, yes, do come along—try to make another effort—it cannot be far away!”
“A hiding place?” repeated Dalima. “But, Nana, there is nothing over there but the bare rock.”
“Aye; but in those rocks there are holes!” cried Anna much excited.