“To Philadelphia, in the state of Pennsylvania,” explained Peggy, who had found that many of the women in the Carolinas were but ill-informed as to locations of places.
“Is that off toward Virginia?”
“I must go through Virginia to reach there,” said the girl.
“You’re going wrong, then,” the woman informed her. “You air headed now for South Carolina.”
The girl uttered a cry of dismay.
At this moment the urchin reëntered the hut, and whispered a moment to his mother. Instantly a change came over her. She turned to Peggy with a glimmer of a smile.
“Air you a friend?” she asked.
“Why, yes,” answered Peggy, thinking naturally that she meant the sect of Quakers. “I should think thee would know that.”
“You can’t always tell down here. Sam says that you air riding Cap’n Hazy’s horse. It used to stop here often last summer.”
“Then that was why the pony brought me here,” cried the girl in surprise. “I was lost. How strange!”