`` I heard a horn about an hour ago ; may be they were blowing for us , '' said Rob , trudging after his guide as she scrambled up the steep hill . `` Where was it ? '' asked Nan , stopping short . `` Over that way ; '' he pointed with a dirty little finger in an entirely wrong direction . `` Let 's go that way and meet them ; '' and Nan wheeled about , and began to trot through the bushes , feeling a trifle anxious , for there were so many cow-paths all about she could not remember which way they came . On they went over stock and stone again , pausing now and then to listen for the horn , which did not blow any more , for it was only the moo of a cow on her way home . `` I do n't remember seeing that pile of stones do you ? '' asked Nan , as she sat on a wall to rest a moment and take an observation . `` I do n't remember any thing , but I want to go home , '' and Rob 's voice had a little tremble in it that made Nan put her arms round him and lift him gently down , saying , in her most capable way , `` I 'm going just as fast as I can , dear . Do n't cry , and when we come to the road , I 'll carry you . '' `` Where is the road ? '' and Robby wiped his eyes to look for it . `` Over by that big tree . Do n't you know that 's the one Ned tumbled out of ? '' `` So it is . May be they waited for us ; I 'd like to ride home would n't you ? '' and Robby brightened up as he plodded along toward the end of the great pasture . `` No , I 'd rather walk , '' answered Nan , feeling quite sure that she would be obliged to do so , and preparing her mind for it . Another long trudge through the fast-deepening twilight and another disappointment , for when they reached the tree , they found to their dismay that it was not the one Ned climbed , and no road anywhere appeared . `` Are we lost ? ''
quavered XXXXX , clasping his pail in despair .
Nan Ned Rob Robby cow-paths end moo tremble trudge twilight