I bought a nice fishing-pole." Grey was much amused and agreeably instructed in regard to Mrs.Ann's sentiments, as he realized the simple fellow's mental condition.

"A fishing-pole-tax--well--well--" and would tell John of his joke.

"Any barber in this town ?" he asked.
"Yes, there's Josiah," and Billy was no longer to be detained.
Mr.Grey mailed a letter, but the post-mistress would not talk politics and was busy.

At last, wandering eastward, he came upon the only unoccupied person in Westways.

Peter Lamb, slowly recovering strength, was seated on his mother's doorstep.