"
"Oh, Molly, Molly, Molly!" shouted Betsy, jumping up and down, and then
hugging the little girl with all her might. "Oh, it will be like having
a little sister!"
Cousin Ann sounded a dry, warning note: "Don't be too sure her folks
will let her. We don't know about them yet."
Betsy ran to her, and caught her hand, looking up at her with shining
eyes. "Cousin Ann, if YOU go to see them and ask them, they will!"
This made even Cousin Ann give a little abashed smile of pleasure,
although she made her face grave again at once and said: "You'd better
go along back to the house now, Betsy. It's time for you to help Mother
with the supper."
The two children trotted back along the darkening wood road, Shep
running before them, little Molly clinging fast to the older child's
hand. "Aren't you ever afraid, Betsy, in the woods this way?" she asked
admiringly, looking about her with timid eyes.
"Oh, no!" said Betsy, protectingly; "there's nothing to be afraid of,
except getting off on the wrong fork of the road, near the Wolf Pit."
"Oh, OW!" said Molly, cringing. "What's the Wolf Pit? What an awful
name!"
Betsy laughed. She tried to make her laugh sound brave like Cousin
Ann's, which always seemed so scornful of being afraid. As a matter of
fact, she was beginning to fear that they HAD made the wrong turn, and
she was not quite sure that she could find the way home.
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