“Write!” said Bruce; “we’d better hurry off home our own selves, and not send letters. For my part, I’m ready to start off this evening for Grand Pré.”
“Grand Pré? But why Grand Pré?” asked Arthur. “O, I don’t know,” said Bruce: “what other way is there to go? We’ll have to get away from this, of course; and it seems most natural to cross the mountain to Grand Pré, and then go on by stage. Bart could leave us at Windsor, and take the steamer for St. John.”
“Sure an the stage goes the other way altogether,” said Pat.
“How’s that?”
“Why, down the valley to Annapolis; an the steamer starts from that to St. John, so it does; an’ it’s twice as near, so it is.”
“No, it isn’t.”.
“Yes, it is. St. John is only sixty mile from Annapolis, and it’s more’n a hundred an twinty from Windsor.”
“But Annapolis is seventy or eighty miles from this place, and Windsor’s only thirty.”
“At any rate, it’s easier goin by the way of Annapolis.”
“No, it isn’t.”