"We've been
on one way-path after another so long that I don't think I could
find it again."
They turned around, and continued to follow way-paths back. Clarence
had no pocket compass, such as people who get lost ought to possess.
And it was getting relentlessly darker and darker. Joy had never
been lost before, and she was surprised to find the feeling of panic
that possessed her when she grasped the fact that neither of them
knew where they were. Finally they gained a clear space where there
was a tolerably traveled-looking road.
"If we wait here somebody may come along," said Clarence. "Jove, I'm
hungry!"
"So am I," said Joy.
But there wasn't anything to do about _that_. Finally Joy
remembered that she had some chocolate in her little handbag, and
they divided it and ate it. After that life was a little brighter.
"Do you suppose we'll have to stay here all night?" demanded Joy.
"We'll freeze to death if we do."
"No, I don't," said Clarence. "But, Joy dear, if we do----"
The mockery was all out of his voice.
"Oh, don't talk about it!" she exclaimed. "Surely somebody will come
get us--or couldn't we go up this road till we find a farmhouse?"
"If you like," said Clarence.
They rose and walked on for a while.
"Oh, listen!" Joy whispered. "I hear something!"
"It's a car," said Clarence hopefully.
And it was. It was John's car, with John in it, and the temper Joy
had been thinking of tenderly was with him.
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