"She's a-coming! She's a coming!"
"Hark, Rube," said Bun. "What's that man saying to Squire Cudworth?"
They heard him, and he said it very politely.
"Quick work, eh, Mr. Cudworth?"
"Sharp. Far as you've gone. Think you'll get the whole of it off to-day?"
"Off? Oh no. Don't you see? We're making a station-house out of the main barn. Just the thing. Set it up a little higher; that's all. Quite a saving of money to the company."
"Bun," said Rube, "did you ever see old Squire Cudworth look so angry as he does now? Guess they must have got the joke on him somehow."
"It'll make him sick if they have."
"Hey! She's 'most got here!"
They were all holding their breaths for the next minute or so, for there was the first locomotive they had ever seen outside of a picture, and it was whistling and coughing and ringing its bell and backing and starting and doing everything but dance, right through where Squire Cudworth's stable had been.