their hearts beat. The horse trotted nearer, and then began to walk up the hill.
"If we hear nothing in Townsend," they heard a man say, "we have plainly done our duty."
It was the baker's voice!
"More than our duty," said the baker's wife, "tiring out a horse with going a full day, from morning until night!"
There was silence as the horse pulled the creaky wagon.
"At least we will go on to Townsend tonight," continued the baker, "and tell them to watch out. We need not go to Intervale, for they never could walk so far."
"We are well rid of them, I should say," replied his wife. "They may not have come this way. The milkman did not see them, did he?"
The baker's reply was lost, for the horse had reached the hilltop, where he broke into a canter.
It was some minutes before the children dared to creep out of the bushes again.
"One thing is sure," said Henry, when he got his breath. "We will not go to Townsend."
"And we will go to Intervale," said Jess.
