"But then we lose the chance of seeing them. They may have found out the mistake earlier, and be on the way to meet us. Drive on!"
But driver still demurred, muttering that it was a bad job, and he couldn't be going over the ground four times without good pay.
"How much do you want for yourself?" asked the gentleman. "I hire the carriage by the month."
"A couple of dollars is little enough."
"I'll give you three; now drive on."
The carriage door shut with a snap, and they started off, driver lashing his horses with the whip.
"We must look out that they don't pass us," said the clergyman.
"I'll keep watch," responded Aunt Fanny, decidedly. "I wonder what Josey would say if he were awake?"
"If our driver had been a father," exclaimed Mrs. Codman, "he wouldn't have asked why one wouldn't do as well as t'other."
"Hem!" exclaimed Aunt Fanny, indignantly. "'Twouldn't have hurt the man to have heard your sermon to-night, brother. I don't think he's very kind, any way."