Just as we got in sight of the toll-gate, we met one of those big three-story huckster-wagons, full of chickens and ducks and things.

You know how funny they always look, with so many bills and legs and tails sticking through the slats.

Well, the horses shied as we went dashing up to them, and first thing we knew they had backed that wagon into a ditch at the side of the road, and one of the coops went off the top ke-bang! into the ditch." "You never saw anything madder than that old huckster," interrupted Eugenia.

"He jumped down off the wagon, and came up to us with a big whip in his hands, scolding, as cross as two sticks.

But he couldn't stay angry with those boys.