There was a man sitting, at the end of the bridge, in a little house
with a window in it, and you paid him two cents apiece before you could
get on the bridge to go to Pennsylvania. He is the Toll-Man and it is a
Toll-Bridge, and it seemed to me very funny to have to pay to walk.
Aunty May said it was funny, too, but Aunty Edith said it was
a nuisance.

Aunty Edith asked the Toll-Man if we could leave our big suitcase
there, until Mr. Tree the grocer came over with a wagon for our trunks,
later, and he said, "Yes." He was a nice smiling man.

Then Aunty Edith and Aunty May and I, and Aunty Edith's bag and my
little one, which Aunty May carried because she said we had a long walk
ahead of us, went over the bridge.

[Illustration: On the Bridge]

The wind almost blew my cap away, but I caught it just in time, and on
the bridge we met a big man carrying a paint-box and a folding-up
stool, like Aunty Edith has, and he had an E-normous dog, as big as me,
and it galumphed at me, and I got behind Aunty Edith, for she is very
big both ways, and the man said, "Down, Pete," When the dog downed, he
shook hands with Aunty Edith, and she introduced him to Aunty May and
me, and he said he was glad to see us, and I could come and play with
his children up the towpath.

I said, "Yes, sir," but Aunty May and me kept away from Pete, because we
didn't know him then. We know him now and like him. The man said, "Wait
till I get back and I'll take you up in the launch." Then he went on to
Scrubbsville, and Aunty Edith said, "Such a pleasure to meet Mr. Turner.