“Whereabouts are you?” asked Mr. Sylvester.
Elizabeth Eliza pointed to the road they had come.
A smile came over Mr. Sylvester’s face; he knew the country well.
“You mean the farm-house behind the hill, at the end of the road?” he asked.
The Peterkins all nodded affirmatively.
Ann Maria could not restrain herself, as broad smiles came over the faces of all the party.
“Why, that is the Poor-house!” she exclaimed.
“The town farm,” Mr. Sylvester explained, deprecatingly.
The Peterkins were silent for a while. The Sylvesters tried not to laugh.
“There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!” said Elizabeth Eliza, at last.