asked Nan , as she took out a bit of bread-and-butter , rather damaged by being mixed up with nails , fishhooks , stones and other foreign substances , in the young lady 's pocket . `` Yes ; do you think they will find us soon ? '' asked Rob , who found the shadowy glen rather dull , and began to long for more society . `` No , I do n't ; because if I hear them , I shall hide , and have fun making them find me . '' `` P'raps they wo n't come . '' `` Do n't care ; I can get home myself . '' `` Is it a great way ? '' asked Rob , looking at his little stubby boots , scratched and wet with his long wandering . `` It 's six miles , I guess . '' Nan 's ideas of distance were vague , and her faith in her own powers great . `` I think we better go now , '' suggested Rob , presently . `` I sha n't till I have picked over my berries ; '' and Nan began what seemed to Rob an endless task . `` Oh , dear ! you said you 'd take good care of me , '' he sighed , as the sun seemed to drop behind the hill all of a sudden . `` Well I am taking good care of you as hard as I can . Do n't be cross , child ; I 'll go in a minute , '' said Nan , who considered five-year-old Robby a mere infant compared to herself . So little Rob sat looking anxiously about him , and waiting patiently , for , spite of some misgivings , he felt great confidence in Nan . `` I guess it 's going to be night pretty soon , '' he observed , as if to himself , as a mosquito bit him , and the frogs in a neighboring marsh began to pipe up for the evening concert . `` My goodness me ! so it is .
Come right away this minute , or they will be gone , '' cried Nan , looking up from her work , and suddenly perceiving that the XXXXX was down .
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