"I were."
"Well, I was born in Maine, in Bangor. I guess that's just about as good."
"No, it's not as good," said Philip gravely. "Nevertheless, I forgive you."
"Tell me more about the island."
"Well, it has one road."
"Only one street?"
"No, no street. Just one road which has its source in a green field on the south and loses itself in the beach on the north after it has passed the by-path that leads to the haunted farm."
"Oh, go away!" scoffed Veronica.
"I can't. The walking won't be good for another hour."
"Who lives at the farm?"