“How far is it,” they asked, “to Interlaken?”
“Two miles,” was the reply.
They walked hopefully on. A half hour passed. Interlaken was not yet in sight. So, seeing another farmer in a field, they shouted to him:
“Are we near Interlaken?”
“Keep straight forward,” the farmer shouted back; “it’s just two miles.”
The tired, hungry tourists trudged on again. Another half-hour passed, and still no sign of Interlaken.
“Is Interlaken very far from here?” they asked a third farmer.
“No, gentlemen,” said the farmer, “it is only two miles.”
Then the tourists looked at one another, and the younger sighed and exclaimed:
“Well, thank goodness, we’re holding our own, anyhow.”—Cleveland Leader.