"
As each boarder finished his meal he raided the glass of wooden toothpicks
and went away with no standing on the order of his going; but Martin
waited for Harkless, who, not having attended to business so concisely as
the others, was the last to leave the table, and they stood for a moment
under the awning outside, lighting their cigars.
"Call on the judge, to-night?" asked Martin.
"No," said Harkless. "Why?"
"Didn't you see the lady with Minnie and the judge at the lecture?"
"I caught a glimpse of her. That's what Bowlder meant, then."
"I don't know what Bowlder meant, but I guess you better go out there,
young man. She might not stay here long."
CHAPTER IV
THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
The Briscoe buckboard rattled along the elastic country-road, the roans
setting a sharp pace as they turned eastward on the pike toward home and
supper.
"They'll make the eight miles in three-quarters of an hour," said the
judge, proudly. He pointed ahead with his whip. "Just beyond that bend we
pass through Six-Cross-Roads."
Miss Sherwood leaned forward eagerly. "Can we see 'Mr. Wimby's' house from
here?"
"No, it's on the other side, nearer town; we pass it later. It's the only
respectable-looking house in this township." They reached the turn of the
road, and the judge touched up his colts to a sharper gait.
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