Peter stroked the dark head buried in his lap, while Paul blew his
nose violently in a yellow bandanna, and replied to Mr. Fogo.

"Very well, sir, so be et. There's the key of Kit's House yonder on
the nail. Ef you likes to look over the place, one of us will follow
you presently, and then, supposin' et to be to your likin', us can
talk over terms."




CHAPTER V.


HOW AN ABSENT-MINDED MAN, THAT HATED WOMEN, TOOK A HOUSE BY THE
WATER-SIDE, AND LIVED THEREIN WITH ONE SERVANT.

"Well, sir," said Caleb Trotter, when the boat was pushed off, "what
do 'ee think of 'em?"

Mr. Fogo, whose wits had been wool-gathering, came to himself with a
start. "I think they are very good people."

"You may say that! The likes o' those Twins you won't see again, not
ef you live to be a hundred. Seems to me," he went on reflectively,
"that Natur', when she turned out the fust, got so pleased wi'
herself that she was bound to try her hand at a dooplicity, just to
relieve her feelin's."

"A what?"