CHAPTER V
PAUL AT THE WHEEL
The girls looked back at the old peddler as they swept on. He was standing beside his horse, evidently mending some part of the harness.
"It was rather a dilapidated outfit," remarked Betty. "I don't see how he can cover much ground in a day."
"Probably he doesn't," answered Mollie. "He may sleep in his wagon, eat there—dining on bread and cheese or herring—and so reduce the high cost of living. Then he may make a big profit on his hair restorer. Ugh! The stuff! I could not bear to use it'
"Nor I; and yet he had nice hair."
"Perhaps he'd have that anyhow. He meant it well enough offering us the bottle."
"Yes," agreed Betty. "But it was just as well not to take it. My! what a day of adventures this has been!"
"It has started in almost the way some days did when we were on our tramp," spoke Grace, ifrom the tonneau.
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