`` Do you call that civilization ? '' said Frank , with a laugh . No Blackburn Hill boy was ever known to miss an opportunity of flinging a slur at Enderly Road , even if no Enderly Roader were by to feel the sting . Enderly Road was a miserable little settlement straggling back from Blackburn Hill . It was a forsaken looking place , and the people , as a rule , were poor and shiftless . Between Blackburn Hill and Enderly Road very little social intercourse existed and , as the Road people resented what they called the pride of Blackburn Hill , there was a good deal of bad feeling between the two districts . Presently Frank and I came out on the Enderly Road . We sat on the fence a few minutes to rest and discuss our route home . `` If we go by the road it 's three miles , '' said Frank . `` Is n't there a short cut ? '' `` There ought to be one by the wood-lane that comes out by Jacob Hart 's , '' I answered , `` but I do n't know where to strike it . '' `` Here is someone coming now ; we 'll inquire , '' said Frank , looking up the curve of the hard-frozen road . The `` someone '' was a little girl of about ten years old , who was trotting along with a basketful of school books on her arm . She was a pale , pinched little thing , and her jacket and red hood seemed very old and thin . `` Hello , missy , '' I said , as she came up , and then I stopped , for I saw she had been crying . `` What is the matter ? '' asked Frank , who was much more at ease with children than I was , and had always a warm spot in his heart for their small troubles . `` Has your teacher kept you in for being naughty ? '' The mite dashed her little red knuckles across her eyes and answered indignantly , `` No , indeed . I stayed after school with Minnie Lawler to sweep the floor . ''
`` And did you and Minnie quarrel , and is XXXXX why you are crying ? ''
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