Lolla smiled at her scornfully.
"Yes, but it is not the way you would go," she said. "The trail to the
camp will be full of people. They will be out all over the camp
particularly. We must come to it from another direction. That is why we
are going this way."
It was not long before Bessie was as thoroughly lost as if she had been
in a maze. Lolla, however, seemed to know just where she was going. She
left one trail to turn into another without ever showing the slightest
doubt of her direction, and, at times, when the woods were thin, she
would take short cuts, leading the way through entirely pathless
portions of the forest with as much assurance as if she had been walking
through the streets of a city where she had lived all her life. Even
Bessie, used to long walks around Hedgeville, in which she had learned
the country thoroughly, was surprised.
"I don't believe I'd ever get to know these woods as well as you do,"
she said admiringly. "Why, you never seem even to hesitate."
"I've been here every summer since I was born," said Lolla, in a
laughing tone.
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