"I shall search for berries as we toil weariedly onward." When they at last left the pasture behind them they found themselves in another wood.

Clint leaned hopelessly against a tree and shook his head.
"This has ceased to be a joke, Amy.

We're just about lost as anything." "Right-o!" Then he added cheerfully: "But we didn't walk in a circle, Clint.

That's something.

And that road must be somewhere around here.
When you think of it it's mighty funny.