The people of Grantley just live on fish." "Guess I knows 'bout how many dey is now," said Dick soberly; and he was not far from right, for there were no fish to speak of in that willow-bordered mill-pond.
"Mrs.Myers will hardly be up so early as this," said Dab.

"We can get our trunks over by and by.

Let's have a look at the village.

Joe, it's your turn to steer now.

You and Fuz know how the land lies." They were ready enough to tell all they knew, and a good deal more; but the listeners they had that morning were not without eyes of their own, and it was not a very fatiguing task to walk all over the village of Grantley.
The first house to be studied with special care was the neat white residence of Dr.Brandegee, with its shady trees and its garden; for Joe said,-- "That's where you fellows'll have to come right after breakfast, to be examined.