“And hate Monday morning?” Blue Bonnet added.
“I don’t think I do.”
“Kitty, what’s that little house ’way over there?” Blue Bonnet pointed to a low, weather-stained building far over to the left.
“That’s the Poor Farm,” Kitty answered.
“Why do you call it the ‘poor’ farm? I thought most of the land around here was pretty good?”
Kitty collapsed on to a big stone by the side of the road to laugh, and, as soon as she could, explain.
Blue Bonnet was much interested. “Let’s go there,” she suggested.
Kitty looked surprised. “Why should we? I don’t think I should like it.”
“Have you ever been?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“Certainly not.”