"What do you think, Uncle ?" He considered, holding open the door while he thoughtfully regarded the silent but interested group of villagers that eagerly hung upon every word that passed.
"Cotting," called Mr.Merrick, "how do they run the paper mill at Royal ?" "'Lectricity! 'Lectricity, sir!" answered half a dozen at once.
"They develops the power from the Royal Waterfall of the Little Bill," explained Cotting, with slow and pompous deliberation.

"Mr.Skeelty he tol' me they had enough 'lectric'ty to light up the whole dum country fer ten mile in all directions, 'sides a-runnin' of the mill." "Who's Skeelty ?" "Manager o' the mill, sir, an' part owner, he says." "Has he a telephone ?" "Yes, Mr.Merrick." "Thank you." Mr.Merrick shut the door and called up Skeelty.

Five minutes of bargaining settled the question and he then connected with Mr.Marvin again and directed him to have the presses and machinery equipped to run by electricity.

Thinking he had now given the banker all the commissions he could attend to with celerity, Uncle John next called up Major Doyle and instructed his brother-in-law to send four miles of electric cable, with fittings and transformers, and a crew of men to do the work, and not to waste a moment's time in getting them to Millville.
"What in blazes are ye up to now, John ?" inquired the major, on receiving this order.
"None of your business, Gregory.

Obey orders." "Going to light the farm and turn night into day ?" persisted the major.
"This is Patsy's secret, and I'm not going to give it away," said Mr.
Merrick.