Maybe I might get Ted Neefus to do 'em, but I don't believe he could do 'em as good as I can." Bob was pondering over the rather queer fact to him that old folks don't care half as much for jokes as boys do, when his mother asked him to go on an errand for her.

This was to take a message to Mrs.
Dodson, who lived in a large house on a hill just outside the village.

She was quite wealthy, and Mrs.Henderson used to do some fine embroidering for her.
Bob, who was always ready to oblige his mother, took the package of sewing and the note which went with it and started off.

On the way he passed the wagon of a certain old crusty farmer he knew.

The vehicle was in front of a house where the farmer had gone to sell some butter and eggs.