In one
of their spasms of inaction, Budge asked:--
"What makes some of the men in church have no hair on the tops of
their heads, Uncle Harry?"
"Because," said I, pausing long enough to shake Toddie for trying
to get my watch out of my pocket, "because they have bad little
boys to bother them all the time, so their hair drops out."
"I dess MY hairs is a-goin' to drop out pitty soon, then,"
remarked Toddie, with an injured air.
"Harness the horses, Mike," I shouted.
"An' the goat, too," added Budge.
Five minutes later I was seated in the carriage, or rather in
Tom's two-seated open wagon. "Mike," I shouted, "I forgot to tell
Maggie to have some lunch ready for the folks when they get here--
run, tell her, quick, won't you?"
"Oye, oye, sur," said Mike, and off he went.
"Are you all ready, boys?" I asked.
"In a minute," said Budge; "soon as I fix this. Now," he
continued, getting into his seat, and taking the reins and whip,
"go ahead."
"Wait a moment, Budge--put down that whip, and don't touch the
goat with it once on the way. I'm going to drive very slowly--
there's plenty of time, and all you need to do is to hold your
reins."
"All right," said Budge, "but I like to look like mans when I
drive."
"You may do that when somebody can run beside you.
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