Various, McClure's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No…
“ Then there was more long, high fencing, and moonlight, and silence, and shadows, and trees—and trees——"Do you suppose we'll ever get out of here?" asked Lois at last, dully."Why, of course; we can't help getting out, if we keep on," said Dosia, in a comfortingly matter-of-fact tone.It was she who was helper and guide now."Oh, if I had never left Justin! Why, why did I leave him? How far do you think we have walked, Dosia?""It seems so endless, I can't tell; but we must be nearly at Haledon," said Dosia. "Let's sit down and rest awhile here. Oh, Lois, Lois dear!" ”
