"Two boxes and four bundles," said Dick.
"Right you are. One of 'em putty heavy, too."
"That was the engine, Mr. Sanderson," vouchsafed Sam.
"Is that so! Well, times are sure changin', an' bymeby the hosses won't be in it no more. So you calkerlate to fly over to the college."
"We do, if we can get the machine into shape," answered Tom. "It may be that something got broke on the way and will have to be mended," he added, anxiously.
"Well, we didn't break anything, Tom, take my word on that. If anything's broke the railroad company done it."
The boys were soon seated in the carriage and Mr. Sanderson took up the reins. As my old readers know, the farmer was proud of his horses and he had good reason to be, for they started off in fine style, and presently were passing everything on that long and somewhat dusty road.
"How is Miss Minnie?" asked Tom, on the way.
"Fust rate, Tom. She went drivin' yesterday with that young feller from Brill that sprouts poetry."
"Oh, then Songbird has really arrived!" cried Tom.