Let us go to him and follow his advice.

We will go together." They agreed to make the visit on the following day in the morning, before school.
Gretchen told her foster-mother the story of the Indian pony.
"Where is he now ?" asked Mrs.Woods.
"I left him in the clearing.

I will go and find him." "I will go with you," said Mrs.Woods.
The two went out together.

They came to the clearing--a place of waving grass, surrounded with gigantic trees, in whose tops were great nests of birds.

The pony was not there.
"He has gone to the next clearing," said Gretchen.
They passed through a strip of wood to another clearing.