The berries were thick , and at last the pails were actually full . It was shady and cool down there , and a little spring gave the thirsty children a refreshing drink out of its mossy cup . `` Now we will go and rest in the cave , and eat our lunch , '' said Nan , well satisfied with her success so far . `` Do you know the way ? '' asked Rob . '' ` Course I do ; I 've been once , and I always remember . Did n't I go and get my box all right ? '' That convinced Rob , and he followed blindly as Nan led him over stock and stone , and brought him , after much meandering , to a small recess in the rock , where the blackened stones showed that fires had been made . `` Now , is n't it nice ? '' asked Nan , as she took out a bit of bread-and-butter , rather damaged by being mixed up with nails , fishhooks , stones and other foreign substances , in the young lady 's pocket . `` Yes ; do you think they will find us soon ? '' asked Rob , who found the shadowy glen rather dull , and began to long for more society . `` No , I do n't ; because if I hear them , I shall hide , and have fun making them find me . '' `` P'raps they wo n't come . '' `` Do n't care ; I can get home myself . '' `` Is it a great way ? '' asked Rob , looking at his little stubby boots , scratched and wet with his long wandering . `` It 's six miles , I guess . '' Nan 's ideas of distance were vague , and her faith in her own powers great . `` I think we better go now , '' suggested Rob , presently .
`` I sha n't till I have picked over my berries ; '' and XXXXX began what seemed to Rob an endless task .
Nan P'raps Rob boots children cup fishhooks home recess right