“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!”
