Then, just to make certain they were going the right direction, Veve said to the driver:
“This bus goes to Wingate Farm, doesn’t it?”
“Where’s Wingate Farm?” he asked. By this time the bus was moving.
“It’s on Clove Road,” shouted Connie. She had to yell to make herself heard above the roar of the big motor and the clash of gears.
“Clove Road?” The bus driver shook his head. “This bus only goes to the city line. Clove Road’s a half mile beyond.”
Connie and Veve were aghast.
“Then we’re on the wrong bus!” Connie exclaimed.
“You can transfer at the city line,” the driver said, stopping for a traffic light. “You’ll have a twenty minute wait. Board a Fulton bus and it will take you directly to Wingate Farm. Coming back you may be able to catch a Rosedale bus which will eliminate the twenty minute wait. Got it?”
Connie and Veve weren’t at all certain that they understood.