46 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

crusty old gentleman in the corner of
the back seat; “I always am.”

Happening to have some candy in
my pocket, I put a piece into the hand
of the rosy-cheeked young woman’s
baby, which so pleased the mother
that she said, “’Twant no great matter,
alter all, if we could only once get fair-
ly started.” 3

The old lady with the sharp nose
and chin was somewhat softened too,
by my humble apology, for turning to
me, and fixing her black piercing eyes
upon me, as if she would read me
through, she said, quickly, “Going
Sur?”