“Well, I’m not afraid. I only wish I were in Add Bean’s place. He is driving around every day with his father’s horse.”
The boy referred to—Addison Bean, called Add, for short—was one of Andy’s schoolmates at the academy, and was quite as fond of driving as Andy himself.
“I wonder if we couldn’t engage Mr. Bean’s horse and carriage? Will you see?”
“Yes; it is a good one, and I should like to drive it.”
Andy called at Mr. Bean’s and succeeded in his errand. The horse was to be ready for him at nine o’clock.
“What are you going to Cranston for, Andy?” asked Mr. Bean.
“To the bank, for the Peabody girls.”
That’s what all the villagers call them, in spite of their age.
“Then I suppose you will carry money with you?”
“Yes.”