.

.

It can't be! But--but it IS! Why--" Mr.Hammond was muttering to himself.
"We took the wrong road at the crossin'," he said.

"Then we must have switched again, probably when we was arguin' about kindlin' the fire; then we must have turned again when the harness broke; and that must have fetched us into Lemuel Ellis' wood-lot road that comes out--" "Eh?
Lemuel Ellis' wood-lot?
Why, Lemuel's wood-lot is at--" "It's at Wellmouth Centre, that's where 'tis.

No wonder that church looked familiar.