Ellen looked doubtfully from one to the other; then, as "Go ask Miss Alice," was repeated on all sides, she caught up her bonnet, and flinging the bees'-wax from her hand, darted out of the house. Those she had left, looked at each other a minute in silence.
"Ain't that too bad now!" exclaimed Mrs. Lowndes, crossing the room to shut the door. "But what could I say?"
"Which way did she go?"
"I don't know I am sure I had no head to look, or anything else. I wonder if I had ought to ha' told her. But I couldn't ha' done it."
"Just look at her bees'-wax!" said Sarah Lowndes.
"She will kill herself if she runs up the mountain at that rate," said Mary Lawson.
They all made a rush to the door to look after her.
"She ain't in sight," said Mrs. Lowndes; "if she's gone the way to the Nose, she's got as far as them big poplars already, or she'd be somewhere this side of 'em, where we could see her."
"You hadn't ought to ha' let her go, Ma'am, in all this sun," said Miss Lowndes.
"I declare," said Mrs. Lowndes, "she scared me so, I hadn't three idees left in my head. I wish I knew where she was, though, poor little soul!"