The man laughed. “Where you want to go? I’m for Roselands.”
“We want to go there,” was the reply.
“Well, crawl up here. Two of you’ll have to sit on the wagon bottom.”
“I’m going to sit with the driver, ’cause I asked.”
It wasn’t a very clean floor to sit on, Jack thought, and the wagon bumped a good deal, the beer kegs rattled against each other. But the boys laughed and called it fun. There was another stop and then the driver asked who they were going to see in Roselands.
“Oh, no one. We’re going just for fun.”
“Where’d you live?”
The boys all lived at Newton.
“Jiminy; then you better get out and trot back. I’m going over the mountain where I put up for the night. Mebbe you can get 48 a ride back. It’s two miles down to the place where I took you in.”
“Yes, we better get out,” replied the biggest boy. “Oh, we can soon foot it back. Much obliged for the ride, Mister.”