Now then, run, but run carefully," added Kitty.

"All the cups are in that basket, and Aunt Pike will be very angry if we break any." But it was not easy to run at all, or even to hurry down that rugged slope, while carrying five baskets and a rug or two, with a squall catching them at every turn, and the short, dry grass becoming as slippery as glass with the rain; but at long last they reached the foot and the little hut, and there they found Betty struggling with all her might to get Mokus between the shafts of the cart.
"He will have to be taken out again, I expect," said Dan in an aside to Kitty.

"She has probably done up every strap wrongly.

It is good of her, though, to try." "I am glad she made Tony stand in under shelter," said Kitty thankfully, as her eye fell on her little brother in the doorway of the hut.
"Where is Anna?
I suppose she is inside." "You bet," said Dan shortly.

"Anna knows how to take care of herself." But Anna was not in the shanty, or anywhere within reach of their shouts.
"I expect she is ever so far towards home by now," said Betty absently, quite absorbed in the interest of harnessing Mokus.