felt as if you were having the "bigs and littles." It's a lucky thing that she couldn't have them both out at the same time.
After dinner Bess and Uncle Rob came over and we waited for Bob. At three-thirty, sharp, he drove up, and, say, the horses were feeling fine. We made Uncle Rob sit with him, on the front seat, because the scenery would all be new to him; but Bess and I sat with our chins on the back of the seat the most of the way.
"Pretty good horses," said Uncle Rob, when we were started.
"Yep," said Bob. "They've only one fault, and that's when they see a railroad train."
"Scared?" asked Uncle Rob.
"No," said Bob. "They don't wait to be scared!"
"What do they do?" asked Uncle Rob.
"Don't know. They never do it twice alike."
"Any railroad tracks where we're going?"
"All the way down one side of the road."
"Sounds interesting," said Uncle Rob. "What's on the other side?"
"Thirty foot bank and the Ohio River."
"More interesting still," said Uncle Rob.
