“Been a fine summer right along.”
“That is true.”
At that moment the conductor came up and Frank handed him a nickel, which was promptly rung up on the register.
“Fare, please?” said the conductor to the down-east countryman.
“How much’ll it be?” asked the individual addressed, as he pulled out his wallet.
“Five cents.”
“Five cents! Why, that’s what you charge fer going the hull trip, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you carry a feller five miles fer five cents?”
“We do,” and now the conductor, a bright young man, began to smile.