At noon they stopped at a house on the mountain side, the home of an acquaintance of Mrs. Austin's, to refresh themselves and their horses.
“I have brought you to some strange people,” said Mrs. Austin, as they alighted, and a boy came and led their horses to the stable.
“Strange; in what way?”
“O; they believe in all sorts of supernatural things-in the doctrine of transmigration, second-sight, and every other impossible and improbable thing.”
“I am delighted. I shall be most happy to see them.”
“Because you yourself are so much inclined that way?”
“No. I should be more curious to see them if I were not interested in the things you have mentioned. But now I shall meet kindred souls, and in those I always find delight.”
“I've half a mind to take you home without even an introduction, for your impudence; as though I was not a 'kindred soul.'”
“It's too late, now, for here comes a lady and gentleman to welcome you.”
“Miss Bernard, my friend Miss Wyman, Mr. Bernard.”