"Yes, this road leads straight to the mill; you can see it presently through the trees."
"It isn't so very far, is it?"
"No, but it is a little further to the mill pond. I wonder if the miller is there."
"Isn't he always there?"
"He is always there in the morning, but not always in the afternoon. No, the mill is shut down."
"How do you know?"
"I don't hear it, and see there, the wheel isn't moving."
"Oh!" Edna thought that Reliance was very clever to know all this before they had even reached the mill which now loomed up before them, a grey stone structure in a little nest of trees which climbed the hill behind it, and spread along the sides of the stream, flowing on to join the river.
"It is very pretty here, isn't it?" said Edna admiringly. "What do they call the stream, Reliance?"
"Black Creek. The mill pond and dam and sluice and all those are higher up. Do you want to go see them?"