* * * * * "Where are you, Mollie, my child?" Aunt Mary had risen and was coming towards the window. Mollie turned to answer her. "All right, Aunt Mary. I am here looking for the boys." "Are the boys not there? I thought I heard voices." Aunt Mary leaned out and peered into the dark. "How dark it is--I can't see--I thought for a moment I saw someone there--here they are coming!" "Cooo-eee! Where are you, Moll? We want you." "It's Dick calling," Mollie said. "I'll go and meet them, Aunt Mary; it's only a step. Coming, Dick," she called back. But she found it hard to walk on the wet gravel without her stick, and after sending another call to the boys stood and waited where she was, wondering why she had not felt her foot when she had gone to the other children. She stared into the shadows of the cedar, but the little figures had disappeared. "I love them," she murmured to herself, "and I can never forget this week, whether I ever learn to understand Time-travelling or not. I mean to learn ever so much about Australia and our other colonies, and about the immigrant ships Prue talked of. I am glad she is a Guider and that I am a Guide." She looked back to the lighted window, through which she could see Aunt Mary and Major Campbell standing together, then forward into the misty dark--she could hear the boys coming up the hill. "I loved Prue and Grizzel and their Time," she repeated, "and of course Aunt Mary is going to have a tremendously happy time now, but--I am glad that _I_ belong to Dick and Jerry. I like our own Time best; it suits us. It's a good sort of Time for doing things, and it will be better before we are done with it, if we all Carry On. "I'm here, Dick!" THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Happy Adventurers, by Lydia Miller Middleton