regarding the way to Bethlehem. "But now you are this far, you had better keep on, for it will be harder to turn back."
"How far is it to the town?"
"Not over a mile and a half."
"And is the road fairly good from here?"
"Oh, yes; you can get along very well."
"Then we will continue," returned Andy. "By the way," he went on, "do you know anything of the negroes that live in the cottage back a ways?"
The woman's face lost its smile and she sighed.
"Yes. I know them only too well," she replied.
"They have stolen so many of our chickens and so much garden truck that my husband is going to make a complaint against them. I wish they would leave the neighborhood."
"I trust your husband succeeds in having them all locked up," put in Matt, "for they richly deserve it." And after a few words more with the farmer's wife they passed on.
It was getting on toward noon when they finally arrived at Bethlehem, that pretty little town on the Lehigh River. They drove past several of the silk mills, and finally found a livery stable, at which Billy and the wagon were put up.
"It looks as if we might do some business here,"
