He's out of his head with a fever." "Where'd he come from ?" asked the doctor.
"Mrs.Hollis says he was peddling goods up at Main street and the bridge last night." "Which one is he ?" demanded Annette, eagerly, as she emerged from the buggy.

"Is he g-good-looking, with blue eyes and light hair?
Or is he b-black and ugly and sort of cross-eyed ?" The judge peered over his glasses quizzically.

"Thinking about the boys, as usual! Now I want to know what business you have noticing the color of a peddler's eyes ?" Annette blushed, but she stood her ground.

"All the g-girls noticed him.

He wasn't an ordinary peddler.