"
"Yes," said the Little Captain truthfully. "I feel," she added slowly,
as though searching for words, "I feel as though the woods belonged to
somebody and that we were sort of-- sort of-- intruding."
"Why, Betty!" said Grace, staring at her, "what a funny thing to say."
"I suppose it is," said Betty, shaking off the illusion with a shrug
of her shoulders. "I am getting foolish in my old age I guess. We
shall all feel better when we get something to eat."
"If we ever do," said Grace gloomily, adding as a sudden turn in the
woods shot them deeper into the gloom of it: "Do be careful, Betty. I
feel as though we were going over a precipice."
But Betty was too busy keeping the road to listen to her.
"Look behind," she directed Grace, "and see if Mollie is following
close to us."
"She is right behind," reported Grace, as two eyes of light shot their
glare in her eyes. "She is following us closer than a poor relation."
Betty giggled at this, and then for a long time-- or at least it
seemed a long time to their strained nerves-- they went on in silence,
following the winding road wherever it led and getting deeper into the
forest with every moment.
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