"We never hire out our carriage.

If we did it would soon go to pieces." "Is there anybody who can drive us to Brill College?
We'll pay for the service, of course." "No.

But you might get a carriage over to the Sanderson place." "Where is that ?" asked Sam.
"Up the road a piece," and the old lady motioned with her head as she spoke.

"But now, if my son Jimmie was in that accident--" "Good day, madam," said Dick and walked away, and Sam and Tom did the same.

The old lady continued to call after them, but they paid no attention.
"Poor Jimmie! If he isn't killed in a railroad accident, he'll be talked to death some day," was Sam's comment.
"Don't you care.