Then the new moon came, and peeped over the
shoulder of a hill at Flyaway. She sprang out from the bushes like a
rabbit.
"O, my shole!" cried she, clapping her hands, "the sun's camed again!
A little bit o' sun. I sawed it!"
[Illustration: LOST IN THE WOODS.]
Inspired with new courage, she and Dinah concluded to start for
home; that is to say, they turned round three or four times, and then
struck off into the woods.
* * * * *
Now you may be sure all this could not happen without causing great
alarm at grandpa Parlin's. When the dinner bell rang, everybody asked,
twice over, "Why, where is little Fly?" and Dotty Dimple answered, as
innocently as if it were none of her affairs,--
"Why, isn't she in the house? We s'posed she was. Jennie Vance and I
have just been out in the garden, under your little _crying willow_,
making a wreath. Thought she was in the barn, or somewhere."
"But you haven't been in the garden all the while?"
"No'm; once we went up in the Pines,--grandma, you said we might,--but
we haven't seen Fly,--why, we haven't seen her for the longest while!"
Grace had dropped her knife and fork and was looking pale.
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