And then as we started up the wharf he called out:
"Got any money with yer? There'll be hoss-car fares to pay, yer know."
I felt in my pockets.
"Mine's on the boat," I said.
"So's mine," said Jimmy.
"And so's mine," said Ed Mason.
"That's all right," said Mr. Daddles, "I've brought some,—all the change we'll need."
We went through the village and crossed the causeway. It was only a short walk to the end of the car line. Here was standing an old horse-car. The car was old, the horse was old, and the man who drove the horse was older still. He was sitting by the side of the road, and he eyed us suspiciously as we came up.
"Didn't see no one else coming across the causeway, didger?" he inquired.
"Not a soul." I