"Yes, monsieur, that is the name!"
"Well, she lives over the hill."
"Which way we go, monsieur?"
"No, it isn't monsur, but Bungy that you're after."
"And that way, if you please?"
"Turn round that great willer tree on the corner, keep to the left of the white house back of it, and then go straight along. It's a brown house with a narrow door yard, and a shag bark walnut tree standing at one end—you can't miss it, no how."
"Thank you," said the boy, lifting his cap with the grace of a little prince, "monsieur are much kind."
Jube also lifted his cap, and stood close by his master, a good deal puzzled and disturbed by the conversation that had been forced upon them.
The men who were left behind drew together in a group.
"It's a bad time for strangers to be asking the way to that house," said the selectman, looking after the travellers, "but one couldn't make them understand. With officers in charge, and that miserable girl lying at the point of death, as I may say, it will come hard on Mrs. Allen. I almost wish some of us had taken them home."