Part 6 (1/2)

”Run and ask Billy to give you some of his, then. Zaidee, you _can't_ go. Now, run back.”

”Then I'll run away,” said Zaidee, repeating her former threat. She had lately heard some one speaking of running away, and it seemed a very nice punishment to inflict on Eunice.

”Very well,” said Eunice, turning away. ”Only don't eat any more worms;”

for the way to manage Zaidee was not to take much notice of her. She was a headstrong little thing, and grew very obstinate if she was opposed.

”Run back to 'Liza, children,” repeated Eunice, looking back. ”Come on, girls.”

”It's awfully hot walking up this road,” observed Edna, as they went up the slight incline to the village. The treeless road was made of white sea-sh.e.l.ls, powdered fine, and reflected the glare of the sun powerfully.

”Don't your feet burn, walking along here? Mine do, awfully,” said Cricket. ”I wish I had wooden legs like Maggie Sampson's father's. His feet can't burn.”

”He can't feel the heat through the soles of his feet, 'cause he ain't built that way,” chanted Eunice, instantly, for she shared the family failing for rhyme.

”We might have stilts, I suppose,” said Cricket. ”I love stilts. Here we are. Let's rest and get cool before we go back.”

It was half an hour before the girls strolled leisurely into the yard again, munching their peppermints.

”Where are the children?” asked Eliza, hastily, seeing the girls come back alone.

”Not with us. We sent them back to you,” said Eunice, quickly. ”What have those tiresome children done now? They ought to be put in barrels and kept there. It's the only way to be sure of them. When did you miss them?”

”Ever since you've been gone. Zaidee ran past, saying she was going with you, so I let her.”

”They must be somewhere around the house or barn,” answered Eunice, beginning to call ”Helen! Helen!” She knew that Helen would answer if she were within earshot, but Zaidee was quite equal to letting them call, if she were in a fit of temper. But they searched in vain. Kenneth insisted they went ”that way,” pointing down the beach, but Billy thought he had seen them going up the beach. They searched the house and barn, and then, as it was near dinner-time, Will and Archie appeared and joined the detective force.

”This is getting serious,” said Will, presently. ”I think the little skivers have really run off.”

”Could they have fallen off the dock?” asked Cricket, anxiously. But, fortunately, it was low tide, and there was no water to fall into. They inquired of all pa.s.sers-by, and of the immediate neighbours, with no better result. The children had not been seen. Faces began to grow grave, and feet began to fly faster in every direction. Archie saddled the ponies, and Cricket started off in one direction, Eunice in another, while he and Will went back into the woodland roads.

Meanwhile, the twins, after being sent back by Eunice, had marched disconsolately down on the beach, without Eliza's seeing them.

”I'm going to run away now,” said Zaidee, firmly. She must have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that morning, for everything seemed to go wrong. She was usually a sunny little soul.

”Where shall we run to?” asked Helen, hanging back.

”Let's go this way,” said Zaidee, selecting ”this way,” for no particular reason. It led them back of the house, on to one of the woodland roads, out of sight of anybody.

They trudged on for half a mile or more, and then suddenly came upon a small cheese factory, which stood upon one side of a little brook. There was a dam here, and a small pond, and on the other side of the brook a little saw-mill stood.

Zaidee, of course, immediately wanted to go into this queer looking house, as she called it. Finding the door open, and no one there, she entered, boldly. As it was just noon, the few men employed were at dinner, and the place was deserted.

”What a queer house!” exclaimed Zaidee. It was a long bare place, with a platform on one side, and on that were three or four vats or tanks, only, of course, the children did not know what they were. These vats were for the milk. There was also the most remarkable number of new brooms decorating the walls.

The children ran here and there with the greatest interest and curiosity; and very soon discovered that there were spigots in the tanks. Of course Zaidee instantly proceeded to turn one, and out came a spurting deluge of whey, all over their feet. They jumped back, hastily.

”Oh, what pretty white water!” cried Zaidee, eagerly, stooping down and spatting her hands in the trough, and then throwing it up in the air. It came down all over herself and Helen.

”I don't like it. It smells so _loud_,” said dainty Helen, drawing back.

Zaidee sniffed, critically.

”Yes, it does, Helen. But isn't it pretty? Let's look over the wall and see what it looks like.”