"I'm sure I remember that gate," said Nan, pointing one way.
"And I'm sure I remember that tree," said Harebell, pointing another way.
But she gave in to Nan.
"Trees are commoner than gates."
The signpost was an old one, and the name on it conveyed nothing to their minds.
They trotted on, not liking to confess to each other how tired they were feeling; but presently they came to a small village.
"I'm perfectly certain we didn't pass this," said Harebell.
"Never mind! Look, there is a church! We'll ask the way to the Rectory."
This was done. A small boy driving a flock of sheep pointed it out to them, and Harebell brightened up.
"This is a kind of adventure," she said. "Do you think they will give us tea?"