I have a great admiration for Tish. She does not fear the pointing finger of scorn. She took the most direct route out of town, and by the time we had reached the outskirts we had a string of small boys behind us like the tail of a kite. When we reached the cemetery and sat down to rest they formed a circle round us and stared at us.
Tish looked at her watch. We had been an hour and twenty minutes going two miles!
II
We were terribly thirsty, but none of us cared to drink from the cemetery well; in fact, the question of water bothered us all that day. It was very warm, and after we left the suburban trolley-line, where motormen stopped the cars to look at us and people crowded to the porches to stare at us, the water question grew serious. Tish had studied sanitation, and at every farm we came to the well was improperly located. Generally it was immediately below the pigsty.
Luckily we had brought along some blackberry cordial, and we took a sip of that now and then. But the suitcases were heavy, and at eleven o’clock Aggie said the cordial had gone to her head and she could go no farther. Tish was furious.
“I told you how it would be!” she said. “For about forty years you haven’t used your legs except to put shoes and stockings on. Of course they won’t carry you.”
“It isn’t my feet, it’s my head,” Aggie sniffed. “If I had some water I’d b-be all right. If you’re going to examine everything you drink with a microscope you might as well have stayed at home.”
“I’d have died before I drank out of that last well,” snapped Tish. “One could tell by looking at that woman that there are dead rats and things in the water.”
“You are not so particular at home,” Aggie asserted. “You use vinegar, don’t you? And I’m sure it’s full of wrigglers. You can see them when you hold the cruet to the light.”
We got her to go on finally, and at the next well we boiled a pailful of water and made some tea. We found a grove beside the road and built a fire in our stove there, and while Modestine was grazing we sat and soaked our feet in a brook and looked for blisters. Tish calculated that as we had been walking for six hours we’d probably gone twenty-two miles. But I believe it was about eight.