"It's too far out of
town for Job's wanderings. But go on; we shall come to a house or
a guideboard before long."
"To judge by the sun and by my appetite," remarked Alan pensively,
"it must be almost noon."
"Oh, that makes me think!" exclaimed Polly. "Get up, Alan; you're
right on them!"
"On what?" inquired the boy lazily, without stirring.
"On the gingersnaps. Mamma gave me some to put in my pocket, in
case we should get hungry, and here you've been sitting on top of
them, all the way!" There was an accent of despair in Polly's
tone.
Alan rose, and she plunged her hand into her pocket.
"Just look here!" she said accusingly, as she drew out a crumpled
paper bag.
Alan caught it from her hand and peered down into it.
"Pulverized gingersnaps!" he exclaimed. "Want some, Jessie?"
"I'm so hungry, I'm thankful for anything," she replied. "Let's
eat up the largest pieces ourselves, Polly, and make Alan take the
dust for his share, for he was the one to blame."
"I know it, and now he'll never know how good they were," returned
Polly relentlessly, as the girls devoured the contents of the bag,
even to the last crumb. "He deserves to go hungry."
"But what's that building over there?" asked Jessie, a little
later, pointing to a great red house on the side of a distant
hill.
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