He listened a spell, and then said I made him sick, so I took his word for it." Captain Sam laughed uproariously.

"You must be pretty bad then, Jed," he declared.

"Anybody who disagrees with Bluey Batcheldor must be pretty nigh the limit." Jed nodded.

"Um-hm," he said, reflectively, "pretty nigh, but not quite.

Always seemed to me the real limit was anybody who agreed with him." So Jed, with Babbie on his knee, sat in the corner of the bay window looking out on the street, while Mrs.Armstrong and her brother and Miss Hunniwell played and sang and the captain applauded vigorously and loudly demanded more.