“What is the matter, Miss Wilder?” demanded Mrs. Bryce.
“Oh, Mrs. Bryce, she’s—she’s——”
“Isabelle Bryce, come down here this moment,” commanded her mother, loudly.
There was a whispered colloquy overhead, among the branches.
“That wretched Patsy is with her,” wailed Miss Wilder.
“They ran away, and hid for hours, and then we found them up here.”
“Isabelle!” shouted her father.
“All right. We’re going to drop,” said a voice from above.
Suddenly two white and shining little bodies hung side by side from a limb, then two naked youngsters dropped into the midst of the astounded party.