“Oh, my sakes!” exclaimed Peggy, moving her small head from side to side. “Hear you wheeze, Mis’ Dow! This may be the death o’ you; there, do go slow! You set here on the side-hill, an’ le’ me go try if I can see.” “It needs more eyesight than you’ve got,” said Mrs. Dow, panting between the words. “Oh! to think how spry I was in my young days, an’ here I be now, the full of a door, an’ all my complaints so aggravated by my size. ’Tis hard! ’tis hard! but I’m a-doin’ of all this for pore Betsey’s sake. I know they’ve all laughed, but I look to see her ris’ to the top o’ the pond this day,—’tis just nine days since she departed; an’ say what they may, I know she hove herself in. It run in her family; Betsey had an aunt that done just so, an’ she ain’t be’n like herself, a-broodin’ an’ hivin’ away alone, an’ nothin’ to say to you an’ me that was always sich good company all together. Somethin’ sprung her mind, now I tell ye, Mis’ Bond.” “I feel to hope we sha’n’t find her, I must say,” faltered Peggy. It was plain that Mrs. Dow was the captain of this doleful expedition. “I guess she ain’t never thought o’ drowndin’ of herself, Mis’ Dow; she’s gone off a-visitin’ way over to the other side o’ South Byfleet; some thinks she’s gone to the Centennial even now!” “She hadn’t no proper means, I tell ye,” wheezed Mrs. Dow indignantly; “an’ if you prefer that others should find her floatin’ to the top this day, instid of us that’s her best friends, you can step back to the house.” They walked on in aggrieved silence. Peggy Bond trembled with excitement, but her companion’s firm grasp never wavered, and so they came to the narrow, gravelly margin and stood still. Peggy tried in vain to see the glittering water and the pond-lilies that starred it; she knew that they must be there; once, years ago, she had caught fleeting glimpses of them, and she never forgot what she had once seen. The clear blue sky overhead, the dark pine-woods beyond the pond, were all clearly pictured in her mind. “Can’t you see nothin’?” she faltered; “I believe I’m wuss’n upsighted this day. I’m going to be blind.” “No,” said Lavina Dow solemnly; “no, there ain’t nothin’ whatever, Peggy. I hope to mercy she ain’t”— “Why, whoever’d expected to find you ’way out here!” exclaimed a brisk and cheerful voice. There stood Betsey Lane herself, close behind them, having just emerged from a thicket of alders that grew close by. She was following the short way homeward from the railroad. “Why, what’s the matter, Mis’ Dow? You ain’t overdoin’, be ye? an’ Peggy’s all of a flutter. What in the name o’ natur’ ails ye?” “There ain’t nothin’ the matter, as I knows on,” responded the leader of this fruitless expedition. “We only thought we’d take a stroll this pleasant mornin’,” she added, with sublime self-possession. “Where’ve you be’n, Betsey Lane?”