Now William won't get tired walking up. Won't that be nice, William, to
go up the canal in the launch, instead of walking?" I said, "Yes, 'm,
Aunty Edith," to her, but to Aunty May I said, "Will that Pete be in the
boat, too?" and Aunty May whispered back, "Ow Gracious! I hope not. But
don't let him know we're afraid, old man." So I took her hand tight and
we followed Aunty Edith, who is an awful fast walker and always has so
many things to do.

First we went to the Post-Office, which is a little wooden building,
and the Postmaster knows everybody and looks at you over his glasses.
Then we went up a funny street with brick pavements, awful old. There
are houses on that very street built before the Revolution, and a big
cannon in the square. We went to Mr. Tree's, and he's a nice, big grocer
man, with everything in his shop, and he patted me on the head and gave
me a chocolate candy, which Aunty Edith said I might eat, if I ate it
slowly. He said he would bring our trunks and bags up right away. Aunty
Edith said, "Now I've got to order oil from Tryer and coal from Quick
and some thread from Miss Macfarland's notion store," and I said, "Why
don't the servants do all that, Aunty Edith?" She laughed and said,
"There are no servants for us at East Penniwell, William; we do the work
ourselves," Aunty May said, "But it will be fun, Billy. All the artists
like Aunty Edith live that way down here, and you and I will be the
writer people and we'll do lots of funny things together. Only, Edith,"
she said, "the boy and I are weary; where can we rest while you finish
your shopping?"

"Oh, very well," Aunty Edith said; "come and I'll show you the launch
and you can get in that and sit and wait for Mr. Turner."

We walked up a funny, hilly, crooked street, with partly brick