MR.

JEFFERSON By ten of the Capitol clock Gideon Rand had sold his tobacco and deposited the price in a well-filled wallet.

"Eighteen shillings the hundred," he said, with grim satisfaction.

"And the casks I sent by Mocket sold as well! Good leaf, good leaf! Tobacco pays, and learning don't.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Lewis Rand!" Father and son came out from the cool, dark store, upon the unpaved street, and joined Adam Gaudylock where he lounged beneath a sycamore.
Up and down the street were wooden houses, shops of British merchants, prosperous taverns, and dwelling-houses sunk in shady gardens.