"I declare," said Mary Leonard, at last, "I don't know when I've been in the cars before."
"I was just thinking I haven't been in the cars since Sister Eliza died, and we all went to the funeral," said Lucy Eastman.
"Why, that's—let me see—eight years ago, isn't it?"
"Eight and a half."
"Well, I'm glad you'll have a pleasanter trip to look back on after this."
"So am I; and I am enjoying this—every minute of it. Only there's so much to see. Just look at the people looking out of the windows of that manufactory! Shouldn't you think they'd roast?"
"Yes, they must be hotter than a fritter such a day as this."
"How long is it since you've been to Englefield, Mary?" asked Lucy Eastman, after another pause.
"Why, that's what I meant to tell you. Do you know, after I saw you, and we decided to go there for our holiday, I began to think it over, and I haven't been there since we went together the last time."
"Why, Mary Leonard! I had an idea you'd been there time and again, though you said you hadn't seen the old place for a long time."