Hiel got down and opened the stage door and helped the two to get in with their berries and flowers.
"You owe me one for this," said Hiel when he handed in Nabby's things.
"Well, there's one," said Nabby, laughing and striking him across the eyes with her bunch of lilies.
"Never mind, miss. I shall keep the account," said Hiel; and he gathered up the reins, resumed his high seat, made his grand entrance into Poganuc, and drew up at the parson's door.
For a week thereafter it was anxiously discussed in various circles how Nabby and Dolly came to be in that stage. Where had they been? How did it happen? The obscurity of the event kept Hiel on the brain of several damsels who had nothing better to talk about.
And the day closed with a royal supper of huckleberries and milk. So went a specimen number of Dolly's Saturday afternoons.
[CHAPTER XX]
GOING "A-CHESTNUTTING."