“Well, suppose you did,” said Grandma Padgett. “The whole world won't mourn just because we're in trouble.”
“But it sounded like Corinne,” said Zene uncertainly.
Grandma Padgett's glasses glared upon him.
“You'd' be more apt to hear her crying,” she exclaimed. “When did you hear it?”
“Just now. I jumped right off the load.”
Hickory and Henry, anxious to taste the creek, would have moved forward, but were checked by both pairs of hands.
“What direction?”
“I don't feel certain, marm,” said Zene, “but it come like it was from that way through the woods.”
Grandma Padgett stretched her neck out of the carriage toward the right.
“Is that a sled track?” she inquired. “It's gittin' so dim I can't see.”.