“How do you know?” asked Pete.
“I told Aunt Judy to have the big flag run up if she came home, and we could see that from here.”
“Yes, of course.”
The church was on an eminence the other side of town from Knollwood, and from where they stood, the men could clearly see the great house that Emily’s father had built.
“Stand still a minute,” said Pete, “let me look the landscape o’er. There’s Knollwood, clear enough. Then the road is hidden but you can just see the bridge over the big ravine. Whose house is that next one?”
“That’s the Miller house,” answered Sayre. “It’s closed; they’re in Europe.”
“Yes; and then comes the little ravine; you can see that bridge clearly. And that’s the Pennington house next? The one high on the hill?”
“Yes, it’s high, but it’s an easy path up to it. It’s
