"There don't seem to be any taverns along this road," she said; "and
I hate to ask at any farmer's for accommodations over night. We don't
know the neighborhood, and a body hates to be a bother."
"Let's camp out," volunteered Bobaday.
"We'd need the cover off of the wagon to do that, and kittles," said
Grandma Padgett, "and dried meat and butter and cake and things
_out_ of the wagon."
"Maybe Zene's back in the woods campin' somewhere," exclaimed aunt
Corinne. "And he has his gun, and can shoot birds too."
"No, he's goin' along the right road and expectin' us to follow. And
as like as not has found a place to put up,--while we're off on the
wrong road."
"How'll we ever get to brother Tip's, then?" propounded aunt
Corinne. "Maybe we're in Missouri, or Iowa, and won't never get to
the Illinois line!"
"Humph!" remarked Robert her nephew; "do you s'pose folks could go
to Iowa or Missouri as quick as this! Cars'd have to put on steam to
do it."
"And I forgot about the State lines," murmured his aunt. "The'
hasn't been any ropes stretched along't _I_ saw."
"They don't bound States with ropes," said Robert Day.
"Well, it's lines," insisted aunt Corinne.
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