“Boys, the next town is Brookville,” said Mr. O’Connor, passing through the cars.
“Are we goin’ to stop there?” asked Teddy.
“Yes; that is where we get out of the cars.”
Soon a large village came in sight. It was quite thickly settled, and the streets were broad and regular. The boys could see various public buildings, besides a large number of dwelling houses. The place looked quite attractive, and the boys’ faces lighted up with pleasure.{50}
“I say, Teddy,” said Julius, “Brookville’s a nice place.”
“Don’t look much like New York,” said Teddy, dubiously.
“Of course it don’t. The country ain’t like the city, stupid.”
“I guess it’s a pretty good place,” said Teddy. “I hope we’ll live near each other.”
“I hope so, too; but maybe not. You may live somewhere else.”
“Shan’t we all live here?”