“I don’t want to go a bit,” said Dolly, with a little sigh, as she walked along.
“Neither do I,” replied Dick, “but we have to go, so there’s no use making a fuss about it. Where does she live, anyway?”
“Why, I don’t know; I thought Auntie told you.”
“No, she didn’t, but I know it can’t be far, because she said we could get there in ten minutes. Here’s old Abe, let’s ask him.”
The twins stopped an old man who was going by in his cart, and who was a well-known character in the town.
“Hello, Abe,” said Dick. “Do you know where Mrs. Hampton lives?”
“Sure, my boy. I just came from there, havin’ been doin’ some cartin’ for her. You see that red-brick house, over beyond those trees?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s the next one beyond,—a white one. You go over that way, and anybody’ll direct you.”
“All right; thank you, Abe,” and the old man drove on, while the twins followed the direction he had given them.