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 "An' are you reely lost?" says I. "Yes, sir," says she, an' drops her eye. … I wait, an' wait for what seems days; But not another word she says.

I pats my dog, an' lifts my hat; But she don't seem to notice that. I looks up trees an' stares at logs. An' long for twenty hats an' dogs. "The weather's kept reel good to-day," I blurts at last. Says she, "Hurray!" "Hurray!" she says, an' then, "Encore!" An' gets me wonderin' what for.

"Is this the right road to 'The Height?'" I tell her it's the road, all right. But that the way she's walkin' ain't. At that she looked like she would faint. "Then I was lost if I had gone Along this road an' walked right on— An unfrequented bush track, too! How fortunate that I met you!"

"Yes, miss," I says. "Yes—what?" says she. Says I, "Most fortunate … for me." I don't know where I found the pluck To blurt that out an' chance my luck.