While writing, therefore, her mind
was in pursuit of the natural and the simple, not of the eloquent.
TWO CHILDREN LOST IN THE WOODS.
_Emily_. Look here! see how many berries I've got. I don't believe
you've got so many.
_Charles_. Yes, I'm sure I have. My basket's almost full; and if we
hurry, we shall get ever so many before we go home. So pick away as fast
as you can, Emily.
_Emily_. There, mine is full. Now we'll go and find some flowers for
mother. You know somebody told us there were some red ones close to that
rock.
_Charles_. Well, so we will. We'll leave our baskets here, and come back
and get them.
_Emily_. But if we can't find our way back, what shall we do?
_Charles_. Poh! I can find the way back. I only want a quarter to seven
years old, and I sha'n't lose myself, I know.
_Emily_. Well, we've got flowers enough, and now I'm tired and want to
go home.
_Charles. I_ don't; but, if you are tired, we'll go and find our
baskets.
_Emily_. Where do you think they are? We've been looking a great while
for them. I know we are lost, for when we went after the flowers we
only turned once, and coming back we have turned three times.
_Charles_. Have we? Well, never mind, I guess we shall find them.
_Emily_. I'm afraid we sha'n't. Do let's run.
_Charles_. Well, so do. Oh, Emily! here's a brook, and I am sure we
didn't pass any brook going.
_Emily_. Oh dear! we must be lost.
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