“Suppose I had, but I wonder how one gets there.”
“There must be a road.”
“I’ll go and see,” offered Priscilla.
“Me too,” chirped René.
“No,” said Jack, “we’ll drive on a bit first.”
A little farther on, a narrow road led far back in the direction of the field in which the oxen were located, and from that side, farm buildings could be seen.
“I don’t believe I’ll try to take the wagon in there,” decided Jack, surveying the road doubtfully.
“You might make a sale,” suggested Priscilla, always with an eye for business.
“And break an axle in one of those holes. No, I’ll walk.”
The children clamored to go too, but Jack refused all company; so they watched him pick his way carefully along until he reached the end of the road which evidently terminated in a barnyard. It was tiresome waiting; so Desiré let the children get out to gather some cat tails which were growing along the edge of a tiny roadside stream.