"I wonder wherever these clothes could come from?" she said aloud.
The sack gave a roll, and whatever might be within was evidently trying to get out. And again she called out—
"Blanche! Blanche!"
She tried to lift up the sack, for she thought if she could drag it along she might in time find some one who could open it.
But she found that the melancholy boy was right, she could not move it.
"And I am not likely to meet with any one in this part of the wood."
IV.
Some one was whistling in the distance.
Belinda listened.
Then she cried out, "Help! help!"