asked one of 'em, by the way, how he could keep his supply up, and come to find out, he didn't have an apple tree on the place—he got 'em all from a grocery store in the next town. Oh, motoring certainly has made a great and wonderful change in the country!
We didn't have any special experiences that first day—just one or two little incidents. I remember there was a fellow, he looked like a hobo, he waved his hand and stopped us.
"Well, my friend, what do you want?" I says—he was a shabby-looking cuss.
"Could you give me a lift?" he says.
"A lift?" I says.
"Yuh, I'd like a lift," he says.
"You've got two good feet to walk on, haven't you?" I says.
"Yuh," he says, "but I'm going a long ways."
"Oh you are, are you!" I says. "Look here, my friend, let me give you a piece of advice."
"I ain't asking for advice," he says. "I'm asking for a lift."
