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Page 38
"Let's go another way," suggested Meg suddenly. "We've always said
we'd go through the woods, and we always come this same old way.
Come on, Bobby, we can't get lost."
The "woods" that Meg spoke of were mostly underbrush and second
growth of trees, with here and there a fine old oak that had
escaped the wood-chopper's ax. The children scrambled through the
bushes, climbed over the big gray rocks that stood half hidden
under a covering of dead leaves and creeping vines, and finally
came out behind the Harley shack.
"I never saw this side of it, did you, Meg?" asked Bobby. "Look,
this must have been the lean-to where Mrs. Harley did the washing.
Yes, here's an old wooden tub all fallen to pieces."
The children poked about in the rubbish carelessly until Twaddles
happened to spy one of the apple trees on the point.
"They're ripe!" he cried in great excitement, though he had had
his breakfast less than an hour before. "The apples are ripe, Dot!
Mr. Harley said we could eat 'em!"
He and Dot raced for the tree, while Meg followed more slowly.
Bobby remained to turn more stones over with his foot.
Presently the others heard him shout.
"Meg! Oh, Meg! Hurry up and see what I've found!"
CHAPTER XV
BOBBY'S GREAT DISCOVERY
Meg ran back, and the twins tumbled pell-mell after her.
"What is it?" they all cried breathlessly. "What is it?"
Bobby held up two small silver mugs.
"Found them down between these two rocks," he explained. "They
must belong to Mr. Harley's little boys. And that isn't all--look
here!"
Bobby was so excited his hands shook. He spread three or four
stained sheets of paper on the ground.
"It looks like a letter," said Meg, puzzled.
"It is," announced Bobby triumphantly. "I can't read it very well,
'cause the writing goes together, but see here's the beginning:
'My dearest Lou,'--that must be Mrs. Harley."
"Show us where you found 'em," demanded the twins. "Right down in
those little rocks?"
"It's a kind of cave," said Bobby. "See, in between there's a
hollow place and I was just going to see how far it went. It's
lined with bricks in there."
"My d-e-a-r-e-s-t L-o-u," spelled Meg, who could not read as well
as Bobby. "Oh, Bobby, hurry and let Mother read it. Maybe it will
say where Mrs. Harley went."
No going through the woods this time. The four little Blossoms ran
as hard as they could, making every possible short cut and paying
no attention to inquisitive bushes that reached out brier fingers
and tore their clothes. Meg carried the cups and Bobby the letter,
and when they reached the bungalow they were all so breathless
that at first they could not speak.
"Oh, Mother!" gasped Bobby, when he could speak, "we found a
letter to Mrs. Harley. At least we think it is to Mrs. Harley.
Back of some rocks. You read it."
"Does it say where she went?" cried Dot, dancing up and down
impatiently. "Does it say where she went, Mother?"
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