He opened the surrey door.

"Get down," he said to the girl, at the same time taking her bundle.
He set it on the horse block beside the gate, took out his pocketbook and paid over the four dollars.

"Good-by, Vic," said he pleasantly.

"That's a good team you've got." "Not so coarse," said Vic.

"Good-by, Mr.Warham." And off he drove.
Zeke Warham had now descended the steps and was opening the front gate, which was evidently as unaccustomed to use as the front door.