'
'Where are you bound for?' asked Mr. Peastraw.
'To Puddingpote Bower,' replied Mr. Sponge.
'S-o-o,' observed Mr. Peastraw thoughtfully; 'Mr. Crowdey's--Mr. Jogglebury
that was?'
'Yes,' replied Mr. Sponge.
'He is a deuce of a man, that, for breaking people's hedges,' observed Mr.
Peastraw; after a pause, 'he can't see a straight stick of no sort, but
he's sure to be at it.'
'He's a great man for walking-sticks,' replied Mr. Sponge, staggering in
the direction of the stable in which he put his horse.
The house clock then struck ten.
'She's fast,' observed Mr. Peastraw, fearing his guest might be wanting to
stay all night.
'How far will Puddingpote Bower be from here?' asked Mr. Sponge.
'Oh, no distance, sir, no distance,' replied Mr. Peastraw, now leading out
the horse. 'Can't miss your way, sir--can't miss your way. First turn on
the right takes you to Collins' Green; then keep by the side of the church,
next the pond; then go straight forward for about a mile and a half, or two
miles, till you come to a small village called Lea Green; turn short at the
finger-post as you enter, and keep right along by the side of the hills
till you come to the Winslow Woods; leave them to the left, and pass by Mr.
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