We must be going home soon; but first, I want to take a peep at the lower part of the old mill, that you told me about yesterday.

You have been in there, you say?
And how did you get in ?" "I'll show ye!" cried Bubble, springing up with alacrity, and leading the way towards the mill.

"I'll show ye the very place, Miss Hildy.
'Tain't easy to get in, and 'tain't no place for a lady, nohow; but I kin git in, jist like--like 'rithmetic!" "Bravo, Bubble!" said Hilda, laughing merrily.

"That is very well for a beginning.

How long is it since the mill was used ?" she asked, looking up at the frowning walls of rough, dark stone, covered with moss and lichens.
"Farmer Hartley's gran'f'ther was the last miller," replied Bubble Chirk.