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“Lasttimewecametheywereeversomuchthickeroverthatwall；greatbouncers；andthereisacavetherewheretheboysmadeafire。Let’sgoandfillourthingsquick，andthenhideinthecaveandlettheothersfindus，“proposedNan，thirstingforadventures。
Robconsented，andawaytheywent，scramblingoverthewallandrunningdowntheslopingfieldsontheotherside，tilltheywerehiddenamongtherocksandunderbrush。Theberrieswerethick，andatlastthepailswereactuallyfull。Itwasshadyandcooldownthere，andalittlespringgavethethirstychildrenarefreshingdrinkoutofitsmossycup。
“Nowwewillgoandrestinthecave，andeatourlunch，“saidNan，wellsatisfiedwithhersuccesssofar。
“Doyouknowtheway？“askedRob。
“’CourseIdo；I’vebeenonce，andIalwaysremember。Didn’tIgoandgetmyboxallright？“
ThatconvincedRob，andhefollowedblindlyasNanledhimoverstockandstone，andbroughthim，aftermuchmeandering，toasmallrecessintherock，wheretheblackenedstonesshowedthatfireshadbeenmade。
“Now，isn’titnice？“askedNan，asshetookoutabitofbread-and-butter，ratherdamagedbybeingmixedupwithnails，fishhooks，stonesandotherforeignsubstances，intheyounglady’spocket。
“Yes；doyouthinktheywillfindussoon？“askedRob，whofoundtheshadowyglenratherdull，andbegantolongformoresociety。
“No，Idon’t；becauseifIhearthem，Ishallhide，andhavefunmakingthemfindme。“
“P’rapstheywon’tcome。“
“Don’tcare；Icangethomemyself。“
“Isitagreatway？“askedRob，lookingathislittlestubbyboots，scratchedandwetwithhislongwandering。
“It’ssixmiles，Iguess。“Nan’sideasofdistancewerevague，andherfaithinherownpowersgreat。
“Ithinkwebettergonow，“suggestedRob，presently。
“Ishan’ttillIhavepickedovermyberries；“andNanbeganwhatseemedtoRobanendlesstask。
“Oh，dear!yousaidyou’dtakegoodcareofme，“hesighed，asthesunseemedtodropbehindthehillallofasudden。
“WellIamtakinggoodcareofyouashardasIcan。Don’tbecross，child；I’llgoinaminute，“saidNan，whoconsideredfive-year-oldRobbyamereinfantcomparedtoherself。
SolittleRobsatlookinganxiouslyabouthim，andwaitingpatiently，for，spiteofsomemisgivings，hefeltgreatconfidenceinNan。
“Iguessit’sgoingtobenightprettysoon，“heobserved，asiftohimself，asamosquitobithim，andthefrogsinaneighboringmarshbegantopipeupfortheeveningconcert。
“Mygoodnessme!soitis。Comerightawaythisminute，ortheywillbegone，“criedNan，lookingupfromherwork，andsuddenlyperceivingthatthesunwasdown。
“Iheardahornaboutanhourago；maybetheywereblowingforus，“
saidRob，trudgingafterhisguideasshescrambledupthesteephill。
“Wherewasit？“askedNan，stoppingshort。
“Overthatway；“hepointedwithadirtylittlefingerinanentirelywrongdirection。
“Let’sgothatwayandmeetthem；“andNanwheeledabout，andbegantotrotthroughthebushes，feelingatrifleanxious，forthereweresomanycow-pathsallaboutshecouldnotrememberwhichwaytheycame。
Ontheywentoverstockandstoneagain，pausingnowandthentolistenforthehorn，whichdidnotblowanymore，foritwasonlythemooofacowonherwayhome。
“Idon’trememberseeingthatpileofstones；doyou？“askedNan，asshesatonawalltorestamomentandtakeanobservation。
“Idon’trememberanything，butIwanttogohome，“andRob’svoicehadalittletrembleinitthatmadeNanputherarmsroundhimandlifthimgentlydown，saying，inhermostcapableway，；
“I’mgoingjustasfastasIcan，dear。Don’tcry，andwhenwecometotheroad，I’llcarryyou。“
“Whereistheroad？“andRobbywipedhiseyestolookforit。
“Overbythatbigtree。Don’tyouknowthat’stheoneNedtumbledoutof？“
“Soitis。Maybetheywaitedforus；I’dliketoridehome；wouldn’tyou？“andRobbybrightenedupasheploddedalongtowardtheendofthegreatpasture。
“No，I’dratherwalk，“answeredNan，feelingquitesurethatshew
