“You might have known,” said Royal, “by there being no and. If it had meant two mills, it would have been, bridge and two mills.”
“Then it means,” said Lucy, “that it is two miles to the bridge down this road.”
“Yes,” said Royal.
“How far is two miles?” asked Lucy.
“O, it isn’t very far,” said Royal. “I can walk two miles easily enough.”
“I should like to see the bridge,” said Lucy.
“Yes,” said Royal. “Some day we will take a walk down and see it.”
So Royal and Lucy walked on. After a time, the road turned a little, coming round a pretty green hill covered with trees; and on the other side of it, there came into view a small farm-house, painted white, with a garden on one side, and a few small sheds and barns upon the other. Between the house and the garden there was a little gate, and a path leading up to a door in the end of the house; and there was quite a pleasant little grass yard in front of the door, with the garden gate on the opposite side of it.
“There,” said Royal, “that is Mary Jay’s house.”
“Is that it?” said Lucy; “what a pleasant house! Do you think she will let me go in that garden?”