"How much more of it ?" "Not more'n a quarter of a mile," answered Mr.Sanderson.

"It is kinder rough, ain't it?
The roadmaster ought to have it fixed.

Some of the bumps is pretty bad." There was one more small hill to cross, and then they came to a level stretch.

Here the horses made good time and the farmer "let them out" in a fashion that pleased the boys very much.
"A fine team and no mistake," said Dick, and this pleased Mr.
Sanderson very much, for he was proud of but two things--his daughter Minnie and his horses.
"There is Hope Seminary," said Mr.Sanderson presently and pointed to a group of buildings set in among some large trees.

"That's a good school, I've been thinking of sending my daughter there, only it's a pretty long drive, and I need her at home.