like some Actual Potatoes."

"I suppose, Sir, you think I have no Feelings."

"That is none of my Business," he replied. "I am merely passing through
your Beautiful Little City."

"I wish Edmund was here," said she.

"So do I," assented the Advance Agent, promptly. "If he can wait on the
Table I wish he was here. Now see if you can make the Kitchen in two
Jumps."

[Illustration: ADVANCE AGENT]

"He'd show you if you could get Flossy with a Lady, even though she
Works."

"You are about to lose your Tip, standing around here trying to shoot it
back at the Handsome Guest," remarked the Advance Agent. "Has Edmund
about finished his Fall Plowing?"

"He don't do no Fall Plowing," was the Bitter Reply. "He Fires on Number
Six."

At that Moment there entered a Railroad Boy with Braid on his Clothes
and Coal-Dust on his Neck. He removed the Cap that had rested on his
flanging Ears and sat at the Table with the Advance Agent and the
English Tourist.