They hesitated before starting into
the woods, and Mollie had a happy thought.
"We can go part of the way along the road," she said. "And then there
is a path that leads directly through to the head of the falls."
The celerity with which they accepted this suggestion seemed funny to
them afterward, but at the time they had other things to think about.
Mostly they were wondering if they would realty be able to hold on to
their nerve long enough to see the adventure through.
"I wish," said Betty wistfully, as she had wished so many times of
late, "that the boys were here. They could help us out so
beautifully." And she sighed, for when she spoke of "the boys," she
always thought of one boy most-- and that one was Allen.
"Well, there's no use wishing for what can't possibly happen," Grace
was saying, when there came a whistle so clear and penetrating that it
made them jump-- then another, and another. Was it just that they were
nervous or was there really something peculiarly familiar in the
sound? At any rate they stopped and turned around to see who the
whistlers could be.
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