Washington, do you know where the Thompson farm is ?" questioned Grace.
"Ah reckon Ah does," drawled Washington.
"How far is it from here ?" "'Bout two skips an' er jump, Ah reckons." "He thinks we are a flock of fleas," grumbled Hippy under his breath.
"I will get the map.

We shall learn nothing from Washington," said Grace, rising.

"Washington, pack up everything we shall not need to-night.

We wish to make an early start in the morning." "Yes'm." Fetching the map, Grace and Elfreda pored over it and finally located the farm in question.

The map was a sectional map issued by the government and gave every trail and landmark in the territory that it covered.
"I should say Thompson's farm is about twenty miles from here.