The bald-headed man rose ponderously and joined the group, studying every feature of the children, as he demanded, in his most business-like tone, "What is your name?"
"Peace Greenfield."
"Where do you live?"
"Almost at Parker."
"Almost?"
"Well, we have a farm and Parker isn't big enough to hold farms. It's a nice place, though."
"How did you get here?"
"Mrs. Grinnell brought us in her wagon."
"Who is she?"
"The lady what lives on the farm right back of ours."