The man shook his head. "I’m afraid not, though I have heard his name." "What county are we in?" asked Paul. The man told him, and it was not our county. "Then we’ve walked right into another shire," Paul exclaimed. "_What_ a way we’ve come! That’s why you don’t know father." "What about your people?" asked the man. "Won’t they wonder where you are?" "They’ll _wonder_," said Paul, "and they won’t be best pleased, but they won’t send out search-parties till evening because I’ve done it before." "Oh, you’re given to wandering, are you? Don’t you think I’d better take you home in the motor?" "And Thor?" Paul asked anxiously. "He mustn’t run with it. Motors go too fast for dogs. Father says so." "And Thor," said the man. "He can come inside with us." They had coffee, which pleased Paul greatly, and he confided to his friend that he had never had a cup all to himself before, only the sugar at the bottom of other people’s cups if he could get at them before they were cleared away. Motors were something of a novelty then, and Paul thought it very exciting to go in one. Thor was suspicious and refused to go in before his master, but followed him obediently when Paul got in first. "We can’t have a motor," he remarked, as they slid down the drive, "it would break Button’s heart, father says, and we’re very fond of horses, though I like the dogs best myself. Did your coachman mind very much?" "My coachman got so frail and ill he couldn’t drive any more, and it would have broken _his_ heart to have any one else drive his horses, so I had to get a motor, because I’m such a long way from the station. He didn’t mind that so much." "It’s the same reason really," said Paul. "Did he get better?" "He’ll never be any better, but I think he’s pretty comfortable." Paul was certain he was. After all it wasn’t such a very long way by the road, though it was in another county. The motor stopped at the drive gate, Paul and Thor descended, for, despite entreaties, this hospitable man refused to come up to the house. "You’ll let me know when you’ve found the printing thing that spells right, won’t you?" Paul called out at parting. "I most certainly will," the man called back, "and if you find it first I expect you to tell me." * * * * *