Soon the girls came to a fork in the trail. Connie, who was leading, paused to be certain she was taking the right turn.
To her surprise she noticed that the signpost directed: “The Spring,” and the little red arrow pointed toward the left hand path.
“Why, I thought we turned right here,” she said in perplexity.
“So did I,” said Eileen, gazing up at the sign.
“Well, the sign must be right,” argued Veve, adding with a laugh, “That is, it must mean we’re to take the left hand path. Come on, we’re wasting time!”
“It seems as if we should go the other way,” she said doubtfully.
“Oh, you’re mixed up,” Veve told her. “From above, the trails look different. This must be the right direction.”
Veve now took the lead, walking fast because she did not want to miss meeting the queer old lady with the sack.
Eileen followed directly behind, while Sunny and Connie brought up the rear.