in the interest of what I'm thinking. The smartest part of me is the part that gets away when I look for it.)
Well, sir, all along that drive, Bess and I and Bob felt exactly as if we had a big paper bag of good things and were passing them out one at a time, and watching to see how Uncle Rob would enjoy the flavor of each. Whenever we'd come to a bend in the road where we knew there would be a particularly beautiful view, we'd lean away forward and give a glance to see if it was still there; and then we'd watch Uncle Rob's face, to see how he liked our latest gift. I tell you we surely did have a fine time. If we'd owned every foot of the country in sight, we wouldn't have felt one scrap prouder or more important.
By and by I saw Bess suddenly prick up her ears. "What is it?" I asked.
"Thought I heard a train coming."
Bob stopped the horses and listened; but there was no sound. "False alarm," said Uncle Rob. We went on.
In about a minute the sound came again. It was a peal of thunder. "There, that's what I
