"If you are at all particular about driving them out yourself, I can let them in again," said James.
Uncle Lot looked at him with an odd sort of twinkle in the corner of his eye.
"'Spose I must ask you to walk in," said he.
"Much obliged," said James; "but I am in a great hurry." So saying, he started in very business-like fashion towards the gate.
"You'd better jest stop a minute."
"Can't stay a minute."
"I don't see what possesses you to be all the while in sich a hurry; a body would think you had all creation on your shoulders."
"Just my situation, Uncle Lot," said James, swinging open the gate.
"Well, at any rate, have a drink of cider, can't ye?" said Uncle Lot, who was now quite engaged to have his own way in the case.
James found it convenient to accept this invitation, and Uncle Lot was twice as good-natured as if he had staid in the first of the matter.