He would find it would pay him in the long run, and there ought to be a law made, compelling him to go to the post office once a day." Mr.Maxwell burst out laughing.

"And another to make him mend his roads as well as mend his ways.

I tell you Gray, the bad roads would put an end to all these fine schemes of yours.

Imagine farmers calling on each other on a dark evening after a spring freshet.

I can see them mired and bogged, and the house a mile ahead of them." "That is true," said Mr.Harry, "the road question is a serious one.