"Well, Jane, of course you know best," he said. "When are you coming to make us a visit?"
"Not very soon, I am afraid. I can't leave the farm very well. There are too many things which need attending to."
"There's the stage," said John, suddenly.
The rumbling of the wheels was faintly heard up the road. All rose from the table, and prepared to go. Mrs. Oakley brought out a covered basket and handed it to her brother.
"I've put some sandwiches in this basket," she said. "You'll be hungry by and by, and it will save you the expense of stopping at a hotel for dinner."
"Very good!" said Mr. Huxter, with satisfaction. "That's what I meant to speak about, but I forgot it. I begrudge paying for dinner at a tavern. They always charge you about double what it's worth. Come, Mr. Oakley, are you ready?"
"All ready, sir."
The rumbling of the stage was now distinctly heard. They opened the front door, and made signals for it to stop. The lumbering vehicle was brought to in front of the gate, and the driver jumped from his elevated perch, and opened the door for the passengers to enter.
"I think I'll take a seat outside, if it makes no difference to you, Mr. Huxter," said John.
"Just as you like," was the reply.