“Well, I’m going,” Blue Bonnet declared; “that’s the worst thing about you Woodford girls, you never want to do anything that you never have done.”
“We do too,” Kitty exclaimed; she got up and followed Blue Bonnet.
There were fences to climb and several wide fields to cross before they reached the narrow lane leading down to the bare, lonely old house, in which the town sheltered its few indigent poor.
An old man sitting at one end of the long piazza nodded a greeting to them.
“Good afternoon,” Blue Bonnet said, stopping.
“You come from Woodford?” the old man queried.
“Yes,” Blue Bonnet said, “we’ve been taking a walk; it’s a beautiful day for walking.”
“You be Doctor Clark’s daughter,” the man said, looking at Kitty; “I mind seeing you ride by with your father. What’s your name?” he turned to Blue Bonnet.
“Bl—Elizabeth Ashe.”
“She’s from Texas,” Kitty told him.