“My horses,” replied the moving man. “They can pull a heavy load.”
“Oh, I thought you were speaking about a ball team,” said Tommy. “Yes, they’re nice horses.”
Tommy was so busy thinking of the many things that had happened in the last few hours that he did not feel much like talking. It hardly seemed possible that it was only a short time ago that he had been playing ball with his boy friends, and now he was moving away. But it was true.
The van rumbled along the streets until it came to the open country, and then it was not so noisy, as the wheels rolled along on the soft dirt of the roads.
“Will we be there by dinner time?” asked Tommy, who wondered what one did about meals when it was moving day.
“Oh, yes, we’ll easily be there by noon,” replied the man; “that is, if we don’t have an accident.”
“What kind of an accident?” asked Tommy.
“Oh, a wheel coming off the van, or a horse falling down, or something like that.”
“Did you ever have any accidents?” asked Tommy.
“A few,” replied the man. “I was a week once getting a load two miles.”