I never knew you weighed so much, Emily Howes.

Well, that's all right and no bones broke.

Where are we now?
Why--why, that's a house, I do believe! We're in somebody's yard." They were, that was plain even on a night as dark as this.

Behind them, bordering the stretch of mud and puddles which they had just left, was the silhouette of a dilapidated picket fence; and in front loomed the shadowy shapes of buildings.
"We're in somebody's yard," repeated Thankful.

"And there's a house, as sure as I live! Well, I never thought I'd be so grateful just at the bare sight of one.