"Hurry on!" cried Sym, who was all eagerness for the trip. Then he,
too, looked back. "Why, you forgot to draw down the blinds," he said.

"No, I didn't forget," answered Emily Ann, "but I think it a shame to
blindfold the Little Red House while we are away. I just left the
blinds up so that he could see things. Good-bye, little home," she
called. And the Little Red House felt just the least bit comforted to
think that Emily Ann was sorry to leave him. Then she went off down
the winding path with Sym; and Sym began to shout his Tinker's Song
again.

The Little Red House watched them go down the mountain.

Away they went: through the gate, past the black stump, round by the
bracken patch and over the bridge, across the potato paddock, through
the sliprails--getting smaller and smaller--past the sign-post, down
by the big rocks--getting smaller and smaller--under the tree-ferns,
out on to the stony flat, across the red road, until they were just
two tiny specks away down in the valley. Then they went through a
white gate, round a turn, and the high scrub hid them.

Had you been able to see the Little Red House just at that moment, you
would have been sure he was going to cry--he looked so miserable and
so lonely.

"Cheer up!" said the big Blue-gum.

But the Little Red House couldn't say a word.