That house has been empty for--" "Where's the front fence ?" demanded the excited passenger.

"What's become of the hedge?
And who put up that--that darned piazza ?" The piazza had been where it now was almost since Mr.Lumley could remember.

He hastened to reply that he didn't know; he wasn't sure; he presumed likely 'twas "them New Hampshire Howeses," when they ran a summer boarding house.
The stranger drew a long breath.

"Well, of all the--" he began.

Then he choked, hesitated, and ordered his driver to heave ahead and run alongside the hotel as quick as the Almighty would let him.