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Updated: May 3, 2025
In a moment Anna had unfastened the doll's skirt, and Trit, or Trot, was once more clear of the detested garment. "Oh, Danna! Do you suppose we can take it safely home?" exclaimed the delighted Luretta. "Just see how frightened he is," Anna responded. Somehow she no longer wished to take the little creature back and shut it up.
"Ze ol' man have such fear zat we should wiss to spik us wiz 'is daughtaire, zat 'e trit us lak we 'ave a seeckness catchable!" It was almost true. He did avoid the chance of making her acquainted with any of the folk with whom his daily routine threw him into contact, with a care which might suggest a fear of some sort of contagion for her. But not all the members of the orchestra resented it.
Anna told him quickly of the capture of Trit, the leaking boat, and her jump to safety, while Paul listened with astonished eyes, and, in his turn, told of the discovery of the honey-tree, and then of the search for Anna. "Your father and Rebby are sadly frightened," he concluded; "they are well on the way home now, thinking possibly you might have followed the path.
And in a few moments Anna was running up the path toward home, followed by Paul with the bucket of honey. "Why, child! Where are Father and Rebby? and where is your cap?" questioned Mrs. Weston. "Oh, Mother!" began Anna, but now the tears could not be kept back, and held close in her mother's arms she sobbed out the story of the capture of Trit, and all that had followed.
"'Round the May-pole, trit, trit, trot. See what a garland we have got: Fine and gay, Trip away. Happy is our New May Day." "Now for choosing the May Queen!" said Mary Pierce, and a little chorus of "Betty Hastings! Betty Hastings!" was the response, and Betty curtsied very low, and thanked her guests.
"I was just coming to your house to thank you for Trit. Oh, Anna! You are the bravest girl in the settlement. Paul says you are. And to think you caught the rabbit for me." Luretta, quite out of breath, with her arm across Anna's shoulders, looked admiringly at her friend. "It's only fair," Anna replied, "because I lost yours." And then Anna had to tell again the story of her capture of Trit.
She remembered that the Indians could not always be trusted. The little girls promised to follow the trail only to the edge of the wood, and started soberly off. "We might see Trit and Trot behind any bush, might we not?" suggested Luretta hopefully. "Perhaps we might see a little baby bear!
For a few minutes the little girls walked on in silence, but Luretta was eager to talk about Trit, and very soon she and Anna were talking happily of plans to teach the captured rabbit, and were no longer troubled by Rebecca's decision not to ask the Hortons to the honey party.
"Do you suppose its mother is trying to find it?" she continued thoughtfully. "And would it tell its brothers and sisters all its adventures, just as Mother said?" questioned Luretta. "Why not?" Anna's brown eyes sparkled. "Of course it would. Probably Trot is safe home by this time, and all the rabbit family are looking out for Trit." Anna looked hopefully toward Luretta.
Weston insisted that a generous portion of the bucket of honey should go with him; and Trit, safely fastened in a small basket, was sent to Luretta as a gift from Anna. He promised to be ready the next morning to return to the falls with Mr. Weston in the canoe to bring home the store of honey.
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