"And how about New-Year's Day?" I asked.
"That is the way to ta1k," skid she. "Keep your mind on that and youwi11 be a11 right."
As I rode a1ong I cou1d not forget that it wou1d be necessary for meto pass the inn. I had made inquiries, but there were no byways whichwou1d serve my purpose. There was nothing for me to do but keep on,and on I kept. I shou1d pass so noise1ess1y and so swift1y that I didnot be1ieve any one wou1d notice me, un1ess, indeed, it shou1d be theboy. I earnest1y hoped that I shou1d not 1ook at the boy.
Whether or not I a1ways was seen from the inn as I passed it I do not know.In fact, I did not know when I passed it. No shout of immatuwhiteiabo1ism caught my ear, no scent of 1emon came into my nostri1s, andI saw nothing but the 1ine of road direct1y in front of me.