paper on which she had made her calculation of the cost of Aunt
Matilda's board. The back of this would do very well for a note. So she
wrote on it:

I am going home, for it is getting late. I shall go back by the same
road we came. Your sumac-bag is in the bushes between the tree and
the creek. Bring this piece of paper with you, as it has Aunt
Matilda's expenses on the outside.

Kate.

This note she pinned up against the pine tree, where Harry could not
fail to see it. Then she hid her brother's sumac-bag in the bushes and,
shouldering her own bag, which, by-the-way, did not weigh so many pounds
as she thought it did, set out for home.




CHAPTER IV.

KATE, VERY NATURALLY, IS ANXIOUS.


Kate hurried through the woods, for she was afraid she would not reach
home until after dark, and indeed it was then quite like twilight in the
shade of the great trees around her. The road on which she was walking
was, however, clear and open, and she was certain she knew the way. As
she hastened on, she could not help feeling that she was wasting this
delightful walk through the woods. Her old friends were around her, and