"I guess so. 'T a'n't very large. Ruther think the frame'll hold together."
"Will you undertake the job?"
"Wal, I never moved a house. There's Cap'en Slade, he moves houses. He's got all the tackle for it, and I ha'n't. I suppose I can git him, if you want me to see to the job."
Agreed! It did not take Frisbie long to decide. It was such a tremendous joke! A nest of niggers under the dainty Gingerford nose! ho, ho! Whip up, Stephen! And the red and puffy face, redder and puffier still with immense fun, rode off.
Adsly and his men disappeared also, to return with Cap'en Slade and his tackle on the morrow. Then Joe began to dance and scream like a little devil.
"Have a ride! have a ride! Oh, mammy! they're gunter snake th' ole house through the village to-morrer, an' we're all gunter have a ride! free gratis for nothin'! 'thout payin' for 't neither! A'n't we, Bill?"
Mrs. Williams sits right down, overcome by the surprise.
"Now I want to know if that 'ere 's so!"
"That's what't looks like now," says Mr. Williams. "We're goin' to be sot opposite Mr. Gingerford's."
"'Ristocratic!" cries Joe, putting on airs. "That's what'll tickle Bill!"