She would have filled her pail besides, so as to have some to take along with her, but she had no place to put the oranges, except within the pail.
It was now about noon; the sun was hot, and Mary Bell began to be pretty tired.

She wished that they would come for her.

She climbed up upon a large log which lay among the bushes, and called as loud as she could, "_Mary Erskine! Mary Erskine!_" Then after pausing a moment, and listening in vain for an answer, she renewed her call, "_Thom--as! Thom--as!_" Then again, after another pause, "_Jo--seph! Jo--seph!_" She listened a long time, but heard nothing except the singing of the birds, and the sighing of the wind upon the tops of the trees in the neighboring forests.
She began to feel very anxious and very lonely.

She descended from the log, and walked along till she got out of the bushes.

She came to a place where there were rocks, with smooth surfaces of moss and grass among them.