Such things ain't fit for
children to hear."
Robert Day felt glad that Zene's qualms of repentance always came
after the offence instead of before, and in time to prevent the
forbidden tale.
Yet, having made such ardent preparation for robbers, and tuned
their minds to the subject by every possible influence, the children
found they were approaching the last large town on the journey
without encountering any.
This was Terre Haute. One farmer on the road, being asked the distance,
said, it was so many miles to Tarry Hoot. Another, a little later met,
pronounced the place Turry Hut; and a very trim, smooth-looking man
whom Zene classed as a banker or judge, called it Tare Hote. So the
inhabitants and neighbors of Terra Haute were not at all unanimous in
the sound they gave her French name; nor are they so to this day.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE FAIR AND THE FIERCE BANDIT.
At Terra Haute, where they halted for the night, Robert Day was made
to feel the only sting which the caravan mode of removal ever caused
him.
The tavern shone resplendent with lights. When Grandma Padgett's
party went by the double doors of the dining-room, to ascend the
stairs, they glanced into what appeared a bower or a bazaar of
wonderful sights.
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