"I never saw that place before," said Patty, looking at it with a puzzled air. "I'm sure I don't know where we are."
"Oh, Patty," exclaimed Marian in dismay, "are we lost?"
"Well no, not exactly. We'll stop at that house and ask the way."
As they approached they saw that the front of the house was a small country store, so they went around to the door and opened it. A bell jangled sharply as they entered, and from somewhere in the rear a woman came forward. "What's wanting?" she asked.
"Will you tell us how far we are from Revell?" said Patty. "We want to go there, to the college."
The woman looked at her with some curiosity.
"It's about three miles," she said. "You go up this road and turn to your left about a mile on, just before you come to the factories. You pass by them and keep straight on."
"Thank you," said Patty. Then seeing piles of rosy apples, boxes of crackers, and such eatables, she realized that she was very hungry. "Will you tell me what time it is?" she said.
The woman looked up at a big clock over the door. "It is after two," she said, "about quarter past."
"Oh, dear," Patty looked at Marian, "we can't get back to dinner." Suddenly all the joys of a gypsy life faded away. She looked at the apples, felt in her coat pocket for her five cents, and fortunately found it. "How much are those apples?" she asked.