CHAPTER IV
THE CANDY ROUTE
"Hossy," said Calvin as he drove out of the yard, "what do you think of that young woman?"
(Mary Sands was nearer forty than thirty, but she will be young at seventy.) The brown horse shook his head slightly as Calvin flicked the whip past his ear.
"Well, there you're mistaken!" said Calvin. "There's where you show your ignorance, hossy. I tell you that young woman is A 1 and clipper built if ever I see such. Yes, sir! ship-shape and Bristol fashion, live-oak frame, and copper fastenin's, is what I call Miss Hands, and a singular name she's got. Most prob'ly she'll be changin' it to Sill one of these days, and one of them two lobsters will be a darned lucky feller. I wonder which she'll take. I wonder why in Tunkett she should want either one of 'em. I wonder—hello!"
He checked the brown horse. A small boy was standing on a gate-post and shouting vigorously.
"What say, sonny?" said Calvin.