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Buddie had walked a long way from the Stork before it occurred to her that she had forgotten to inquire of him the way to the Corner: it was just possible he knew. But it was too far to go back; so she kept on in the hope of coming to the Corner or some path leading to it. This hope was soon realized. A very plain opening in the wall of fir-trees disclosed itself, and another sign-board gave information that _this_ was the way to the Corner. Strange she had not noticed it when she passed that way a little while before!
It proved a pleasant path to follow, especially after it drew away from the swamp and began to climb a little ridge. The Christmas trees gave place to birches and poplars, and sweet-smelling Canada balsam, and other trees that prefer hard ground to swamp land; a white-throated sparrow, which seemed to be traveling Buddie's way, sang every minute or two his happy little song; and a brook, which was traveling the other way, gurgled something that sounded like: "What's the use of going uphill when it is so much pleasanter to go down?"