And then of course he sleeps all day while he's driving and once or twice I've found him in a tree.

I don't like him to do that," he added with gravity, "for he's so full of hay I'm afraid the birds will begin to make nests in his ears and pockets." "Mistah Poynteh," reflected Ras, scratching his head through his hat, "is a lunatict.

He gits notions.

I cain't nohow understan' him but s'long as he don' get ructious I'se gwine drive dat hay-cart to de Norf Pole if he say de word.

I hain't never had a real chanst to make my fortune afore." "And what," begged Diane presently, "do you do when it rains ?" Mr.Poynter agreed that that had been a problem.
"But with our accustomed ingenuity," he added modestly, "we have solved it.