I think she was more frightened than hurt, for there was nothing in the woods that was disposed to injure her. The cat-birds, the partridges, and even the snakes, if there were any there, were more afraid of her than she was of them. If they saw her, they would run away as fast as they could.
Josephine sat down upon a log, and wished she had not been so angry and stubborn. She even thought it was not fair of her to ask the girls to draw her in the wagon.
While she was thinking of what she had done, and wondering what would become of her, she heard footsteps in the distance, and presently one of the boys shouted her name with all his might.
“Here I am,” replied Josephine, getting up and walking in the direction from which the sound had come.
In a moment she saw Frank Lee; and pretty soon half a dozen of the boys came up to the place.
“Where have you been, Josephine? We have been looking for you for more than an hour.”
“I have been trying to find my way to the road.”
“You are ever so far from the road,” said Frank. “Why didn’t you go back with the girls?”
“They wouldn’t let me ride on the wagon.”
“Wouldn’t they?” added her brother, who was one of the party. “That was too bad, Josey, for you to ask them to drag you.”