Chapter 24
MISJUDGED. "That weary deserts we may tread, A dreary labyrinth may thread, Through dark ways underground be led." Archbishop Trench. Poor Johnnie was not very happy at that moment. He had descended from the coach at Poppleby, and set out to walk to Downhill, wondering how he should be received at his cousin's workshop. Everything seemed strangely quiet as he crossed the fields, where he had wandered last night, but there were now and then far-off echoes of voices and shouts. He avoided the village of Downhill, and made his way towards the little street and common of Uphill, but not a creature could he see except Todd's donkey and a few geese. The workshop was shut up, no one was about either there or at the house. He considered a moment whether to try to see what was doing at Greenh
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