Shortly before two o'clock that afternoon, he had come hastily to the sitting-room door, and said, "Good-by, gram.

I'm going away for a spell.

Don't worry." Then, shutting the door, he had run off before she could reply or ask a question.
When we got home from school that night, Addison and I found traces of the runaways.

There had been rain the week before, followed by a hard freeze and snow squalls, which had left a film of light snow on the hard crust beneath.

At the rear of the west barn we found the tracks of a hand sled leading off across the fields toward the woods.
"Gone hunting, I guess," said Addison.