“I guess we do, Madge.”
At Jacksonville the separation of the parties occurred. The Sterling party made headquarters at one of the hotels, while Mr. Sterling enjoyed the thrills, or anxieties of selecting a new car. In this Maurice, too, took an interest and accompanied him to give him the benefit of his young judgment. Yet Maurice could not waste all the time in even this interesting employment, but took the girls and Mrs. Sterling to see the sights in taxis. “It would not do for you to miss the alligator farm, Ann,” said he, “such a romantic spot!”
Ann found it far from romantic, but very interesting, with its alligators of all sizes and ages. “Funny place to call a ‘farm’,” said she.
“It is a place where they raise stock, Ann,” said Suzanne.
“If you call alligators stock,” Ann replied, looking at the big pen where the larger ones were kept together. “Imagine any one’s wanting to go in there! Look at that sign, Maurice!”
“What sign?” inquired Suzanne.
“There,” pointed her brother, “telling you that you enter at your own risk.”
“Do you suppose that we shall really see any alligators in the wild?”
“We shall, indeed, though we may have to go to special places, Ann.”