"It's three miles you say?"
"Yes, good three miles, if not more; and it will be dark in half an hour."
"What direction must I take?" required the stranger.
"You keep along the road until you come to the meeting house on the top of the hill, half a mile beyond this, and then you strike off to the right, and keep straight on."
"What meeting house is it?"
"The D—Methodist Meeting House."
"You are expecting the minister, I think you just now said?"
"Yes. Mr. N—, our new Presiding Elder, is to preach to-morrow, and he was to have been here this afternoon."
"He is to stay with you?"
"Certainly he is. The ministers all stay at my house."