CHAPTER IV.
KATE, VERY NATURALLY, IS ANXIOUS.
Kate hurried through the woods, for she was afraid she would not reach home until after dark, and indeed it was then quite like twilight in the shade of the great trees around her.

The road on which she was walking was, however, clear and open, and she was certain she knew the way.

As she hastened on, she could not help feeling that she was wasting this delightful walk through the woods.

Her old friends were around her, and though she knew them all so well, she could not stop to spend any time with them.

There were the oaks--the black-oak with its shining many-pointed leaves, the white-oak with its lighter green though duller-hued foliage, and the chestnut-oak with its long and thickly clustered leaves.