Can you tell me if that cross-road leads to the Elms ?" asked the lady, as she went slowly on with Ben beside her.
"No, ma'am; I'm new in these parts, and I only know where Squire Morris and Mrs.Moss live." "I want to see both of them, so suppose you show me the way.

I was here long ago, and thought I should remember how to find the old house with the elm avenue and the big gate, but I don't." "I know it; they call that place the Laylocks now, 'cause there's a hedge of 'em all down the path and front wall.

It's a real pretty place; Bab and Betty play there, and so do I." Ben could not restrain a chuckle at the recollection of his first appearance there, and, as if his merriment or his words interested her, the lady said pleasantly, "Tell me all about it.

Are Bab and Betty your sisters ?" Quite forgetting his intended tramp, Ben plunged into a copious history of himself and new-made friends, led on by a kind look, an inquiring word, and sympathetic smile, till he had told every thing.

At the school-house corner he stopped and said, spreading his arms like a sign-post,-- "That's the way to the Laylocks, and this is the way to the Squire's." "As I'm in a hurry to see the old house, I'll go this way first, if you will be kind enough to give my love to Mrs.Morris, and tell the Squire Miss Celia is coming to dine with him.