The idea of its coming out into a wrong road did not occur to her mind as a possibility.
She accordingly entered the path, and after proceeding in it a little way she was quite pleased to see it coming out again into what she supposed was the main road.

Dismissing, now, all care and concern, she walked forward in a very light-hearted and happy manner.

The road was very similar in its character to the one which she ought to have taken, so that there was nothing in the appearances around her to lead her to suppose that she was wrong.

She had, moreover, very little idea of measures of time, and still less of distance, and thus she went on for more than an hour before she began to wonder why she did not get to Mary Erskine's.
She began to suspect, then, that she had in some way or other lost the right road.

She, however, went on, looking anxiously about for indications of an approach to the farm, until at length she saw signs of an opening in the woods, at some distance before her.