of the lakelets. There they launched small
pieces of wood, called them ships, and stood watching their mimic fleet in
great glee.

After spending some time in this way, they heard the voice of Guy
calling:

"Halloo! Halloo! Jessie! Emily! Halloo! Halloo!"

"We must go," said Jessie, "I guess they are going back to the wagon."

"No, don't go," replied Emily. "Let us frighten them a little--just a
little, by making them think we are lost."

"Wouldn't it be funny!" said Jessie, clapping her hands, and feeling
charmed with the idea of getting up an excitement among her companions.
Impulse, the little wizard, had followed her, even into that old quarry!

"It will be first-rate fun," said Emily. "How they will search for us! It
will be as good as a game of hide and seek."

"Halloo! Halloo! Jessie! Emily! It's time to go home! Halloo-o!" shouted
Guy again from the pasture. The wind being fair, his words were heard
quite distinctly by the two girls.

[Illustration: Jessie and Emily Sailing Boats in the Quarry. Page 51.]

"There is a little cave just big enough to hide in," said Emily pointing
to an excavation in the highest wall of the quarry. "Let us go into it!"

Still yielding to the voice of the little wizard, and thinking only of the
excitement which was to follow the supposition she was lost, Jessie
followed her cousin into what she called "a cave." There was water at the
bottom, but a flat piece of rock rising above the water enabled them to
get to the back part of their "cave," where they were pretty well
concealed from view.

Again the voice of Guy shouted Jessie's name. This was now followed by a
chorus of voices, all calling--

"Halloo!--halloo!--halloo-oo-oo!"

The voices drew nearer and nearer, until the callers stood on the edge of
the quarry.

"Where _can_ they be! I'm afraid they are lost! Oh, dear, what will mother
say, if we have to go home without them!" said Guy, distinctly enough for
Jessie to hear.

"Perhaps they have fallen into some old well," suggested Norman.

"I think not," said Mr. Sherwood. "I doubt if there is an old well in all
these pastures. They have most likely wandered back towards the pond."

"I don't see how that can be," rejoined Guy, "for I saw them running in
this direction half an hour ago. Besides, we found their basket under that
tree, and they would not have gone to the pond without telling some of us
to bring their basket."

"There's no telling what silly thin