"I don't want to be lost," she wailed. "I'm hungry, and my feet hurt! And I'm so tired!"
Meg put her arms around her sister.
"Don't cry," she urged her bravely. "We're not lost, are we, Bobby?"
Bobby and Meg, as the two older, felt that they must keep the twins from becoming discouraged.
"Course we're not lost," asserted Bobby stoutly.
"Course not," echoed Meg. "I think the brook is right past those three big trees. Come on, Dot, let's run and see who gets there first."
Dot allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
"I'll count for you," said Bobby, glad to see her stop crying. "One—two—three—go!"
Away went Meg and Dot. Meg had intended to let Dot win, because she was so much smaller she couldn't be expected to run as well as her older sister. But Meg's good intentions came to nothing. Dot had an unfortunate habit of shutting her eyes tight when she ran, and the woods, of all places, are where it pays to keep one's eyes wide open. Poor Dot, running over
