"Now what do you think?" inquired Cornelia Mary, giving the reins an impatient jerk.
"I think—" began Sally, "well, I think we got left."
That remark made the girls laugh. Having laughed the prospect seemed less dismal.
"POINTING TO A DILAPIDATED WEATHER-BEATEN STRUCTURE ALMOST
HIDDEN FROM VIEW"
"Wasn't it too bad about the Jessup house?" Cornelia Mary resumed. "It was so tumbled down the rent couldn't be much and they might have got along somehow. Was it a great deal worse than the house they live in?"
"Worse," echoed Sally, "it was sixty hundred times better. Why, the Mulvaneys live in a little bit of a black old shanty—" Sally stopped suddenly, then exclaimed in excited tones, "A house! A house! Whoa!"
"A house?" questioned Cornelia Mary, looking into the sky as if expecting to see it drop from the clouds.
"Right there!" continued Sally, pointing to a dilapidated weather-beaten structure almost hidden from view by overgrown bushes and old weed stalks.
"Giddap," laughed Cornelia Mary, "trot along. Why, Sally, you gave me such a start. I am sure I know now how Columbus felt when the mariners shouted land."