Tumble fond of experiments is Alviry--hi! giddap!" He slapped his horse more forcibly with the loose reins and settled into, mournful silence.
"Going to put up at the Imperial ?" he asked after a long and peaceful pause.
"I want to put up somewhere where I can get a good meal and get it quickly." The mournful Jehu shook his head gloomily.
"You won't get that at the Imperial." "Where had I better go ?" "There ain't any other place to go--not to speak of." The doctor let fall a fiery exclamation.
"What say ?" "I said that it must be a queer town." "I'm a little hard of hearing, now and agin.

But I gather you're not a church-going man.

It's a great church-going place, is Coombe.

Old Doc.
Simmonds was a Methody.

We were kind of hoping the next one might be a change.