She couldn't hardly crawl out of the yard.

She ain't got home, an' I'm terrible worried.

I dun'no' but she's fell down." "Maybe she just thought she wouldn't come home." "No; that ain't it.

She never did such a thing as that without saying something about it; she'd know I'd worry." Mrs.Field craned her neck farther over the gate, and peered down the road.

Beside the gate stood two tall bushes, all white with flowers that grew in long white racemes, and they framed her distressed face.
"Look here, Mrs.Field," said the girl, "I'll tell you what I'll do.
The school-house isn't much beyond my house; I'll just run over there and see if there's anything the matter; then I'll come back right off, and let you know." "Oh, will you ?" "Of course I will.