The two met.  There was much talk, of which the girls caught some, and then the explanation came.  Mrs. Black had started to come over to Mrs. Robertson’s house to close the windows as she saw the rain, but, pausing to attend to some household duties, she was a little late.  Then she looked over and saw the sashes shut down, and thought that Mrs. Robertson had come back to attend to them herself.  As the storm kept up, she did not have a chance to call, and only on seeing Mrs. Robertson arrive did she suspect anything wrong.  Meanwhile the girls had been in charge, but Mrs. Black was not aware of it.

“Well, I must say I thank you,” said Mrs. Robertson, to Betty and her chums.  “And as for me taking your money, I’d never dream of it!  Won’t you stay to dinner?”

“We must be off,” replied Betty, and soon, after more talk and explanations, and the return of the money left by the girls in the hall, the travelers were on their way once more.

“Well, I must say, they were neat and clean,” observed Mrs. Robertson, as she went through her house.  “Real nice girls.”

But Betty and her chums did not hear this compliment.  They went on to visit the sister of Grace, who was not greatly alarmed at their delay, though she was amused at the narrative of their experience.  They remained there over night, and the next day went on to Simpson’s Corners, where they were the guests of Betty’s uncle.  This was a typical country settlement, and the girls only remained one night.  Their next stopping place was to be Flatbush, where Mollie’s aunt lived.

The weather was fine now, after the storm, and the roads pleasant through the country.  The grass was greener than ever, the trees fully in leaf, and there were many birds to be heard singing.

Save for minor adventures, such as getting on the wrong road once or twice, and meeting a herd of cattle, which did them no harm, nothing of moment occurred to the girls on their trip toward Flatbush.

They had stopped for lunch in the little village of Mooretown, eating at the roadside, under some great oak trees, and making chocolate instead of tea for a change.  Then came a rest period before they went forward again.

They were within two miles of their destination, going along a peaceful country road, arched with shady trees, and running parallel for a distance with a little river, when Betty paused and called: 

“Hark!  Listen!  Someone is crying!”

“Gracious, I hope it isn’t the twins!” exclaimed Mollie.

“Out here?  Never!” said Grace.

The crying increased, and then they all saw a little girl sitting on a stone under a tree, sobbing as if her heart would break.  Betty hurried up to the tot.

“What is the matter?” she asked, pillowing the tousled yellow head on her arm.

“I—­I’se losted!” sobbed the little girl “P’ease take me home!  I’se losted!”

CHAPTER XX