"What for?"
"There's a top-buggy Mr. Porter has sold to a man there. You're to take it over, and lead the horse back."
"How far is it?"
"About five miles."
"All right. I'd just as leave go as stay here. Can I find the road easily?"
"There's no trouble about that. It's straight all the way. Part of it runs through the woods—about a mile, I should say."
"Did Mr. Porter say when he wanted me to start?"
"About nine o'clock; by that time you'll be through your chores."
"Well, I'm willing."