pose Willie were to die out here, in this awful fog, away from any help? He could have screamed with agony. Instead, he said in a very quiet voice,
"I think maybe the sun will come out pretty soon. Don't fret: I'm here, Willie; I'll take care of you!"
When Eppie called at the boys' door— "Time ye wakened!" and got no answer, that Monday morning, she opened the door, and went into the room.
In a moment, she saw what had happened. And "to make assurance doubly sure," here was a scrap of ruled paper on the table, saying:
"dear epie This is to tell you we have run away because uncle robert is to hard To please. we think you are nice and we will see you again some day. yours with love, Roy and Wilie."
Eppie carried the scrap to the minister's door.
