They feed you in jail, don't they ?" he added wistfully.
But near the centre of town a cheering sight met their anxious eyes.

A little man in a white apron was sweeping the doorway of a tiny restaurant, yawning and pausing at intervals to gaze curiously toward the approaching travellers.

Before they reached him, however, his curiosity either gave out or was sated, for, with a final tap of the broom against the doorway, he disappeared.

"Suppose," exclaimed Amy, "he changes his mind and locks up again!" They urged tired feet to a faster pace and reached the door.

On one wide window was the legend: "Cannister's Cafe." The door was closed but unlocked.