"Well, why shouldn't she go with her brother?"
"Oh, Ben, can't I go with you?" pleaded Hanny.
"Jersey's a queer sort of State," said Jim, teasingly. "The Blue Laws are still in operation. You are not allowed to stay out after dark."
"Are they printed in blue? And you don't mean to stay out after dark, do you, Ben?"
Hanny's expression was so simply honest they all laughed, which rather disconcerted her.
"It is because you feel pretty blue when you have to obey them; and Jersey is out of the United States."
"It just isn't, Mr. Jim!" cried Hanny, indignantly. "It's one of the Middle States."
It was quite the fashion then to laugh at New Jersey, in spite of the geography; though even at that remote date New Jersey peaches were held in high esteem.
"But if you went with Dele Whitney, we shouldn't know when to look for you—hardly where," and Jim winked.
That was an allusion to an old visit at the Museum, when they stayed all the evening, for the same admittance.