She was very thirsty, and wished very much that one of the oranges in the pail belonged to her, for she would have liked to eat one very much indeed.

But they were not either of them hers.

One belonged to Bella, and the other to the baby.
She walked back again to the woods, intending to return toward the corner, by the road in which she came, but now she could not find the entrance to it.

She wandered for some time, this way and that, along the margin of the wood, but could find no road.

She, however, at length found something which she liked better.