'We might go a good long walk,' said Archie.
'Humph,' said Justin, 'I don't call that much fun. Anyway I mean to go first to Bob Crag's. I don't know what he's doing about those ferrets. He's had time enough to find out about them by now.'
'What was there to find out?' asked Archie. 'He told us ever so long ago that he could get them at Maxter's.'
'Oh, but you didn't hear,' said Pat. 'It was one morning you weren't with us. He ran after us to say that these ones were sold too. And he had heard of some other place farther off. I don't believe we'll ever get any.'
'Is that the boy whose old grandmother lives in the queer hut on the moor?' asked Rosamond eagerly. 'I remember the first time I came here you said you'd take me to see it some day. Can't we go that way now?'
'We are going that way,' said Justin. 'You're sure you won't be frightened of the old granny? For if you were, Aunt Mattie wouldn't let you come with us again.'
Rosamond opened her eyes very wide.
'Frightened of her,' she repeated. 'Why should I be? Isn't she a kind old woman?'
'Yes,' said Pat, 'but she's very queer. If you don't like her, you need never come back to see her again.'
'And in that case you needn't say anything about it to Aunt Mattie,' added Justin.