“drinking it in” that Anne took the left turning when they came to a fork in the road. She should have taken the right, but ever afterward she counted it the most fortunate mistake of her life. They came out finally to a lonely, grassy road, with nothing in sight along it but ranks of spruce saplings.
“Why, where are we?” exclaimed Diana in bewilderment. “This isn’t the West Grafton road.”
“No, it’s the base line road in Middle Grafton,” said Anne, rather shamefacedly. “I must have taken the wrong turning at the fork. I don’t know where we are exactly, but we must be all of three miles from Kimballs’ still.”
“Then we can’t get there by five, for it’s half past four now,” said Diana, with a despairing look at her watch. “We’ll arrive after they have had their tea, and they’ll have all the bother of getting ours over again.”
“We’d better turn back and go home,” suggested Anne humbly. But Diana, after consideration, vetoed this.
“No, we may as well go and spend the evening, since we have come this far.”
A few yards further on the girls came to a place where the road forked again.
“Which of these do we take?” asked Diana dubiously.
Anne shook her head.
“I don’t know and we can’t afford to make any more mistakes. Here is a gate and a lane leading
