Will was jumping frantically about, and trying to reach his brother puppy, who responded with squeaks of joy to his enraptured greeting.
"Down, Will!" said Hilda, decidedly.

"Down, sir! Lie still, Jocky! we shall be at home soon now.

Patience, little dog!" And Jock tried hard to be patient; though it was not pleasant to be squeezed into a ball while his mistress crawled out of the hole, which she did with some difficulty, laden with her triple burden.
However, they were out at last, and speeding back towards the farm as fast as eager feet could carry them.

Little thought had Hilda now of spectral trees or ghostly gloom.

Joyfully she hurried back, up the long steps, along the glade, through the beach-plantation; only laughing now when the feathery fingers brushed her face, and hugging Jock so tight that he squeaked again.