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The Automobile Girls in the Berkshires The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail
by: Laura Dent Crane
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CHAPTER I
THE REUNION
“Mollie Thurston, we are lost!” cried Barbara dramatically.
The two sisters were in the depth of a New Jersey woods one afternoon in early September.
“Well, what if we are!” laughed Mollie, leaning over to add a cluster of wild asters to her great bunch of golden rod. “We have two hours ahead of us. Surely such clever woodsmen as we are can find our way out of woods which are but a few miles from home. Suppose we should explore a real forest some day. Wouldn’t it be too heavenly! Come on, lazy Barbara! We shall reach a clearing in a few moments.”
“You lack sympathy, Miss Mollie Thurston; that’s your trouble.”
Barbara was laughing, yet she anxiously scanned the marshy ground as she picked her way along.
“I wouldn’t mind being lost in these woods a bit more than you do, if I were not so horribly afraid of snakes. Oh, my! this place looks full of ’em.”
“They are not poisonous, Bab, or I might be more sympathetic,” said Mollie reassuringly. “The snakes in these woods are harmless. How can a girl as brave as you are be such a goose about a poor, wriggly little ‘sarpint,’ that couldn’t harm you if it tried.”
“O-o-o!” shivered Bab. “One’s own pet fear has nothing to do with sense or nonsense. Kindly remember your own feelings toward the timid mouse! Just the same, I should like to play ‘Maid Marian’ for a while and dwell in the heart of a woodland glen. If ever I have a chance to go on a camping trip, I shall get rid of my fear of snakes, somehow.”
“Bab,” said Mollie, after a moment’s pause, “hasn’t it been dreadfully dull since Ruth and her father went away? Do you think they will ever come back? I can hardly believe it has been only three weeks since they left Kingsbridge, and only six weeks since we came back from Newport. Anyhow I am glad Grace Carter is home again from her visit to her brother.”
“Cheer up, Mollie, do!” encouraged Bab. “Ruth has promised to pay us a visit before she goes home to Chicago, and she is a girl of her word, as you and I well know. I am expecting a letter from her every day.”
“Well,” Mollie ejaculated in heart-felt tones, “I know I am nearly dead to see her. Grace and I were talking of it only yesterday.”
“Mollie, I don’t want to be a croaker,” began Bab, after a little hesitation, “but have you noticed that mother seems worried about something? When I was talking yesterday about how crazy I was to go to Vassar some day, mother looked as though she wanted to cry. I stopped there and then. She has seemed so gay and cheerful until recently. I wonder whether she is worried about money.”
Mollie nodded her head and frowned. “Now you speak of it, Bab, I believe I have noticed that she seems depressed at times. I think she is tired out and needs a complete change. She had a long letter from Cousin Betty in St. Paul yesterday, asking her to make a visit. I think mother should accept. You and I are certainly big enough to look after ourselves until school commences....