Hugh drew the reins, and looked and doubted.
"There is a house yonder," said Fleda we had better drive on, and ask."
"There is no house "
"Yes, there is behind that piece of wood. Look over it; don't you see a light curl of blue smoke against the sky? We never passed that house and wood, I am certain. We ought to make haste, for the afternoons are short now, and you will please to recollect there is nobody at home to get tea."
"I hope Lucas will get upon one of his everlasting talks with father," said Hugh.
"And that it will hold till we get home," said Fleda. "It will be the happiest use Lucas has made of his tongue in a good while."
Just as they stopped before a substantial-looking farm-house, a man came from the other way and stopped there too, with his hand upon the gate.
"How far are we from Queechy, Sir?" said Hugh.
"You're not from it at all, Sir," said the man, politely.
"You're in Queechy, Sir, at present."
"Is this the right road from Montepoole to Queechy village?"