So Meg and Bobby joined hands and managed to start off comfortably, carrying Dot.
Twaddles looked at them anxiously.
"It's getting dark," he quavered.
It was, too, a shadowy gray dusk there in the woods.
"I guess it's only 'cause there's so many trees," said Meg cheerfully. "It can't be dark out in the fields yet. I don't believe Jud has even started to milk."
They took up Dot again and went ahead, but it grew more and more difficult to follow the path.
"Here's where we were when you stopped to get your breath," declared Twaddles positively as they came into an open space. "I 'member that rotten log on the ground."
It was true. They had been walking in a circle!
"What's that?" cried Meg, starting up in sudden fright.
The twins clung to her, hiding their faces in her skirt.
