It was like father's voice, but they couldn't see him anywhere.
"Where are you, father ?" "Hullo!" again.

And this time it sounded much nearer to them.

Where could it be?
The children began to run about and look behind the bushes and the rocks, till all of a sudden, just as Milly got near a big rock, out jumped Mr.Norton from behind it with a great shout, and began to run after her.

Away ran Milly and Olly as fast as their small feet could carry them, up and down, up and down, till at last there came a steep place--one of Milly's feet tripped up, down she went, rolling over and over--down came Olly on the top of her, and the two of them rolled away together till they stopped at the bottom of the steep place, all mixed up in a heap of legs and arms and hats and pinafores.
"Here's a boy and girl tied up in a knot," said Mr.Norton, scrambling down after them and lifting them up.

"There's no harm done, is there ?" "I've got a bump on my arm," said Milly, turning up her sleeve.
"And I've got a scratch on my nose," said Olly, rubbing it.
"That's not much for a nice tumble like that," said Mr.Norton, "you wouldn't mind another, would you, Milly ?" "Not a bit," said Milly, merrily skipping along beside him.