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"And till we're nice old ladies / We'll love each other so. "
When Martin joined the two little girls again, her face looked not only grave, but white. Maudie felt frightened, she hardly knew why. Hoodie, in a state of defiance to meet the expected scolding, was so amazed at its not coming that the surprise kept her quiet. So they all three walked home in silence, though as fast as possible. No lingering by the way to gather flowers, or to watch the ducks in Farmer Girton's pond! Martin held a hand of each little girl, and merely saying now and then, "We must go straight home, my dears," marched steadily on. It was a strange, unnatural kind of walk -- the children felt something mysterious about it, without knowing what, and poor Martin's heart was terribly sore. She _could not_ scold Hoodie, naughty as she had undoubtedly been, for sad fears were picturing themselves before her -- what might not be the result of Hoodie's disobedience?