They live in the next terrace but two.

I believe we're within measurable distance of some lunch." This was such good news that they strode along in renewed spirits.
Considering all, they thought the adventure was turning out well.

A meal would undoubtedly be most acceptable, if Beatrice's friends were hospitable enough to offer it.
"It's the fourth house," said Beatrice, "the one with the copper beech over the gate.

Linden Lea--yes, here we are! Oh, I say, what are all the blinds down for ?" The girls faced each other blankly.
"Is anyone dead ?" faltered Ingred.
"I'll ring and inquire, at any rate," murmured Beatrice.
So she rang, and rang again and yet again.

She could hear the bell clanging quite plainly and unmistakably somewhere in the back regions, yet nobody came to the door.
"It's funny! I don't hear anybody in the house either," she remarked.
"Their dog generally barks at the least sound." At that moment a small face peeped over the top of the wall which divided the garden from that of the next house, and a childish voice asked: "Do you want the Mortons ?" "Yes.