A moment later Grover caught a glimpse of him crossing the back yard and disappearing over the edge of the bluff.
"Where in the world has the fellow gone ?" he soliloquized aloud, amused although impatient.

Barbara took it upon herself to answer.
Uncle Jed had left the caller in her charge and she felt her responsibilities.
"He's gone down the shore path," she said.

"I don't know where else he's gone, but it's all right, anyway." "Oh, is it?
You seem quite sure of it, young lady." "I am.

Everything Uncle Jed does is right.

Sometimes you don't think so at first, but it turns out that way.