`Well, I suppose it's yours,' I said.

She caught her breath, and stared at the buggy and then at me again.

James drove down out of sight into the crossing, and came up

`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