The girls, whose nerves were still a little on edge from their recent
adventure, demanded to know in no uncertain tones what was the matter
with her.
"N-nothing," Amy answered a little sheepishly. "I thought I heard a
little rustling among the leaves, that's all."
"Probably a breeze coming up," said Betty matter-of-factly, and they
went on with their berry picking.
But it was not long before a second disturbance came, and this time
they all heard it. It was, as Amy had said, a rustling sound. However,
it was louder this time, as though several heavy bodies were pushing
through the underbrush on the other side of the road.
"Perhaps we had better go and see what is making all the noise," said
Mrs. Irving, her light tone successfully hiding an undercurrent of
nervousness. "I guess we have picked enough berries for our pudding,
anyway."
The girls picked up their pails and started for the road, Betty in the
lead. But when the latter reached the outer fringe of bushes she
started back, almost treading on Mollie's toes and causing her to drop
her pail in alarm.
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