"He thought he'd be back before the parade was over, and said you were enjoying it so much he didn't want to speak to you." "Called away ?" she said, inquiringly.
Minnie laughed.

"Oh, everybody sends for Mr.Harkless." "It was a farmer, name of Bowlder," added Mr.Willetts.

"His son Hartley's drinking again, and there ain't any one but Harkless can do anything with him.

You let him tackle a sick man to nurse, or a tipsy one to handle, and I tell you," Mr.Willetts went on with enthusiasm, "he is at home.

It beats me,--and lots of people don't think college does a man any good! Why, the way he cured old Fis----" "See!" cried Minnie, loudly, pointing out of the window.