I can't move, and nobody knows where I have gone to.

Of course it is all my fault, for I know I have been very disobedient.

But I didn't feel wicked, not a bit." Scamp licked her face and huffed and snuffed all round her.

Then he made several discontented remarks which Hetty understood quite well, though it is not easy to translate them here.

Then he hustled round her, and scurried up and down the road looking for help; and finally sat on his tail on the top of the bank, and pointing his nose up at the unlucky tree on which the berries had hung, howled out dismally to the world in general that Hetty was in real trouble now, and somebody had better come and look to it.
After a long time some one did come at last.