“But they keep their thoughts to themselves.”
“I know what I think about my sister,” said I.
She smiled again, and glanced at me. “Don’t you think I bought a huge parcel, Bob?”
“If we eat all that, it will last us farther than Cracow. But I know what it means generally, when a girl goes shopping.”
“Yes, she thinks of things that are necessary. There are loaves in there for the horses.”
“I never thought of them,” I admitted.
“One of us must think sensibly,” she retorted.
“True for you. But did you find out anything about the road to Solden?”
“No. A woman served me, and she knew nothing.”
“Well, I found out from the priest. At the top of the hill yonder the road forks and that to the left will take us to Cracow, forty miles.”