`Oh, Joe! what have you done?' cried Mary. `Why, it's a new double buggy!'

Then she rushed at me and hugged my head. `Why didn't you tell me, Joe?

You poor old boy! -- and I've been nagging at you all day!'

James got down and started taking the horses out -- as if it was

an everyday occurrence. I saw the double-barrel gun sticking out

from under the seat. He'd stopped to wash the buggy, and I suppose

that's what made him grumpy. Mary stood on the verandah,

with her eyes twice as big as usual, and breathing hard --