Only the bramble, and the grass, and the tangled thickets.
It was now very dark.
"I guess this is the way," spoke up Gypsy, cheerfully--"here.

Take hold of my hand, Joy, and we'll run.

I think I know where the path is.

We had turned off from it a little bit." Joy took her hand, and they ran on together.

It grew darker, and grew darker.