She was evidently pleased at the idea of having neighbors, temporary though they were, and it had probably been a long time since she had had such a chance of selling milk, eggs and sundries.

It was almost the same as opening a country store.

We bought groceries and everything of her.
We had a glorious time that day.

We were just starting out for a mountain stroll when our stage-driver came along on his down trip.
"Hello!" he called out.

"Want to go back this morning ?" "Not a bit of it," I cried.