Dorothy Dale's Camping Days by Margaret Penrose
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page 93 of 208 (44%)
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"Are we far from camp now?" asked Dorothy, looking along the fir-lined
road to the wilderness beyond. "No, we are only just around the bend. Would you like to get out and walk? I think I hear the honk of the _Firebird_." "I believe I would like to walk," said Dorothy. "I have such a--stagnant feeling. The walk in this air ought to dispel it." "Suppose we tie Jeff up here, and let him graze, while I go over to that camp"--indicating a white speck between the trees--"and then I may inquire if any one has seen a girl like Tavia pass up Oldtown way?" "And I might take the other direction, and ask at those camps. I see quite a colony over that way," said Dorothy. "And we will both meet here in----" "An hour," finished Dorothy. "If we are to search, there is no sense in running back and forth--so long as we can keep our directions straight." "And you are sure you won't get lost?" asked Cologne, with a smile. "Perhaps losses are like accidents--they come in groups." "Oh, I have a compass on my watch guard. Let me see," and after consulting the instrument, she faced north. "I will go due west and come back due east. I surely can't get lost if I follow that." |
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