“I think we’d better,” announced Bobby. “I don’t know what time it is, but I guess there’s no use looking for the raft any more.”
“The raft?” echoed Meg. “Oh Bobby, where is the brook?”
Bobby grinned a little sheepishly.
“We forgot about the raft, didn’t we?” he said. “Let’s see––we came down that path––the brook must be over there. Come on, Dot, we’re going home.”
Dot sat down on the ground and began to cry.
“I don’t want to be lost,” she wailed. “I’m hungry, and my feet hurt! And I’m so tired!”
Meg put her arms around her sister.
“Don’t cry,” she urged her bravely. “We’re not lost, are we, Bobby?”
Bobby and Meg, as the two older, felt that they must keep the twins from becoming discouraged.