You and me are in for it now, Ase Tidditt! Twenty minutes late! She'll skin us alive." Mr.Tidditt did not pause to answer, but plunged headlong down the hill at a race-horse gait, Bailey pounding at his heels.

For "born dare-devils," self-confessed, they were a nervous and apprehensive pair.
The "perfect boarding house" is situated a quarter of a mile beyond "Whittaker's Hill," nearly opposite the Salters homestead.

The sign, hung on the pole by the front gate, reads, "Bayport Hotel.

Bailey Bangs, Proprietor," but no one except the stranger in Bayport accepts that sign seriously.

When, owing to an unexpected change in the administration at Washington, Mr.Bangs was obliged to relinquish his position as our village postmaster, his wife came to the rescue with the proposal that they open a boarding house.