"I don't know but I am," said Fleda laughing. "But how much pleasanter it is here on almost every account. Look at the beautiful sweep of the ground off among those hills--isn't it? What an exquisite horizon line, Hugh!"
"And what a sky over it!"
"Yes--I love these fall skies. Oh I would a great deal rather be here than in any city that ever was built!"
"So would I," said Hugh. "But the thing is--"
Fleda knew quite well what the thing was, and did not answer.
"But my dear Hugh," she said presently,--"I don't remember that sweep of hills when we were coming?"
"You were going the other way," said Hugh.
"Yes but, Hugh,--I am sure we did not pass these grain fields. We must have got into the wrong road."
Hugh drew the reins, and looked, and doubted.
"There is a house yonder," said Fleda,--"we had better drive on and ask."