"We will go across the moors till we get to the sea. You know, Eppie says the sea is that way—" he pointed out of the window by the bed.
Willie looked a little anxious.
"You are sure you don't want to go and hide by the road, and wait for the stage, and get the peppermint-man to take us,—the way we meant to do before?"
"No," said Roy decidedly. "I 've thought that over and I see it would n't do. He would not take us; he 'd tell Uncle, and Uncle would shut us up on bread and water for months, maybe."
"I suppose he might," Willie admitted, sadly, "but the sea is so awfully far off, Roy; and we don't really know the way a bit."
"If you 're afraid—" began his brother scornfully.
"I 'm not afraid, only"
"Then don't take all the fun out of everything!"
