Isabel Ostrander,
The Island of Intrigue — Chapter 8
(1918)
“ He flashed a quick look at me before he replied: "But the storm, Miss Waring! It is not safe in the forest, trees may fall——" I walked on without deigning to reply. Voices called to us from the veranda, and he shouted reassuringly in response. They were all awaiting us, and Aunt Julie swept me into her arms. "Oh, my dear!" she cried. "I have been so anxious for you! Where on earth were you? You must promise me not to stray away by yourself again." ”
