The liveryman recognized his customer as soon as the Wegg farm was mentioned, and determined to "do the city guy up brown." "Road's bad an' up hill, an' my time's vallyble," he said in a surly voice.

"I'll hev to charge ye three dollars." "For what ?" asked Uncle John, quietly.
"Fer the two teams to Millville." "Get them harnessed right away, load up the baggage, and have the democrat at the hotel in twenty minutes.

Here's five dollars, and if you'll look pleasant you may keep the change." "Blame my thick skull!" muttered the livery-man, as he watched the little man depart.

"What a cussed fool I were not to say four dollars instead o' three!" But he called to his boy to hurry up, and in the stipulated time the teams were ready.
Uncle John and his nieces were just finishing their eggs, which were fresh and delicious.

The milk was also a revelation.