half inch of that smile.

"It's a cold day when Phil loses a chance for a joke," says Ebenezer.

"'Tain't exactly what you'd call summery just now," I says. And we
hauled down sail, run the ice-boat up to the wharf, and went up to our
room to pack our extension cases for the next train.

"You see," says Jonadab, putting in his other shirt, "it's easy enough
to get the best of Cape folks on wash sales and lying, but when it comes
to boats that's a different pair of shoes."

"I guess Phil'll agree with you," I says.





THE COUNT AND THE MANAGER


The way we got into the hotel business in the first place come around
like this: Me and Cap'n Jonadab went down to Wellmouth Port one day
'long in March to look at some property he'd had left him. Jonadab's
Aunt Sophrony had moved kind of sudden from that village to Beulah
Land--they're a good ways apart, too--and Cap'n Jonadab had come in for
the old farm, he being the only near relative.

When you go to Wellmouth Port you get off the cars at Wellmouth Center
and then take Labe Bearse's barge and ride four miles; and then, if the