Show us how fast your cobs can travel." So saying, he sprang into the carriage, and the driver closed the door after him, mounted to his seat, and drove off.
"Why," said Julia, in surprise, "I guess that's Aunt Harriet--don't you ?" "Yes," answered her brother, "I know it is." "I am afraid I shall not like James," continued Julia; "he talks too loud." Frank did not answer, for he was of the same opinion.

He had inferred from Archie's letter that James would prove any thing but an agreeable companion.
The brisk wind that was blowing carried them rapidly along, and, in a few moments, they came to a place where the road ran along close to the creek.

The distance to Mrs.Nelson's, by the road, was greater, by a quarter of a mile, than by the creek, and, consequently, they had gained considerably on the carriage.

Soon they heard the rattling of wheels behind them, and the hack came suddenly around a turn in the road.
James was leaning half-way out of the window, his cap pushed on one side of his head, and, not knowing Frank, he accosted him, as he came up, with his favorite expression.
"Hallo, old beeswax! Saw-logs must have been cheap when you had that boat built.

You've got timber enough there to finish off a good-sized barn." Frank, of course, made no reply; and, in a moment more, the hack was out of sight.
They soon reached the wharf, in front of the house, and Frank helped Julia out, and, after making his boat fast, started toward the house, and entered the room where their visitors were seated.
His aunt's greeting was cold and distant, and she acted as if her every motion had been thoroughly studied.