Complimentary congratulation at the little window invariably ended with "and a dollar's worth of stamps, Mrs.Baker." It was felt to be supremely delicate to buy only the highest priced stamps, without reference to their adequacy; then mere QUANTITY was sought; then outgoing letters were all over-paid and stamped in outrageous proportion to their weight and even size.

The imbecility of this, and its probable effect on the reputation of Laurel Run at the General Post-office, being pointed out by Mrs.Baker, stamps were adopted as local currency, and even for decorative purposes on mirrors and the walls of cabins.
Everybody wrote letters, with the result, however, that those SENT were ludicrously and suspiciously in excess of those received.

To obviate this, select parties made forced journeys to Hickory Hill, the next post-office, with letters and circulars addressed to themselves at Laurel Run.

How long the extravagance would have continued is not known, but it was not until it was rumored that, in consequence of this excessive flow of business, the Department had concluded that a postMASTER would be better fitted for the place that it abated, and a compromise was effected with the General Office by a permanent salary to the postmistress.
Such was the history of Mrs.Baker, who had just finished her afternoon levee, nodded a smiling "good-by" to her last customer, and closed her shutter again.

Then she took up her own letters, but, before reading them, glanced, with a pretty impatience, at the two official envelopes addressed to herself, which she had shelved.