“Where does he live?”
“Further on.”
“Have you walked fur?”
“Pretty fur.”
“Ef you want to ride, I'll give you a lift for a few miles.”
“Thank you,” said Abner, prompt to accept the offer. “I'll help you in, bub.”
The two boys took their seats beside the driver, Herbert being in the middle. The little boy was really tired, and he found it very pleasant to ride, instead of walking. He had walked seven miles already, and that was more than he had ever before walked at one time.
They rode about three miles, when the driver pulled up in front of a comfortable-looking house.
“This is where I stop,” he said. “My aunt lives here, and my sister has been paying her a visit. I've come to take her home.”
The front door was opened, and his aunt and sister came out.