"It's bigger'n Pine Camp, ain't it?"
"My goodness, yes!"
"Bigger'n the Forks?" queried Margaret doubtfully.
"Why, it is much, much bigger," said Nan, hopeless of making one
so densely ignorant understand anything of the proportions of the
metropolis of the lakes.
That's what I told Bob," Margaret said. "He don't believe it.
Bob's my brother, but there never was such a dunce since Adam."
Nan had to laugh. The strange girl amused her. But Margaret
said something, too, that deeply interested the visitor at Pine
Camp before she ended her call, making her exit as she had her
entrance, by the window.
"I reckon you never seen this house of your uncle's before, did
you?" queried Margaret at one point in the conversation.
"Oh, no. I never visited them before."
"Didn't you uster visit 'em when they lived at Pale Lick?"
"No. I don't remember that they ever lived anywhere else beside
here."
"Yes, they did. I heard Gran'ther tell about it. But mebbe
'twas before you an' me was born. It was Pale Lick., I'm sure.
That's where they lost their two other boys."
"What two other boys?" asked Nan, amazed.
"Didn't you ever hear tell you had two other cousins?"
"No," said Nan.
"Well, you did," said Margaret importantly.
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