Her calculations proved correct , with a trifling variation . She came out fifty yards south of the old deserted Morrison house , and found herself in the yard of the Wright farm ! Passing the house -- the house where she had once dreamed of reigning as mistress -- Nancy 's curiosity overcame her . The place was not in view of any other near house . She deliberately went up to it intending -- low be it spoken -- to peep in at the kitchen window . But , seeing the door wide open , she went to it instead and halted on the step , looking about her keenly . The kitchen was certainly pitiful in its disorder . The floor had apparently not been swept for a fortnight . On the bare deal table were the remnants of Peter 's dinner , a meal that could not have been very tempting at its best . `` What a miserable place for a human being to live in ! '' groaned Nancy . `` Look at the ashes on that stove ! And that table ! Is it any wonder that Peter has got gray ? He 'll work hard haymaking all the afternoon -- and then come home to THIS ! '' An idea suddenly darted into Nancy 's brain . At first she looked aghast . Then she laughed and glanced at her watch . `` I 'll do it -- just for fun and a little pity . It 's half-past two , and Peter wo n't be home till four at the earliest .
I 'll have a good hour to do it in , and still make my escape XXXXX good time .
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