The Midnight Couch.
Henry T. Hodges beamed on me benignly from behind a pile of preserved fruit tins as I entered his gloomy establishment.
"See here, dad, I want a good meal," I said; "money's no object. Get me?"
"Sure; an' have ye come far, brother?"
"I should reckon about a thousand miles to-day. Dandy roads you've got in these parts, dad."
"Aye, but you'd 'a seen 'em when we 'ad the rains, brother; they wuz so mighty slick the hottymobiles sunk right down in 'em and 'ad to be dug out wi' a shovel and dragged along wi' a team of four 'osses."
"Why, I shouldn't have thought there were four horses in Murdock," I replied.
"Aye, an' I know there is, brother, 'cause they're my 'osses."