"Business first, my boy!" said the old man. "For pleasure we'll wait till this evening. Is there a livery stable in the village?" "Yes, sir; Houghton's." "Then after supper we'll hire a buggy, and you and your mother and I will take a ride." "But, Uncle Jacob, you forget that it will cost a dollar, or perhaps two." "No, I don't, Mary; but I'm having a vacation, and I want to enjoy myself a little before pitching into hard work again. I am sure you will be the better for a ride." "Yes, I shall. I haven't had one for months, and it will be a real treat." "Then we will cast prudence to the winds for once, and have a good time. I suppose you can drive, Bert." "Oh yes, sir; I like it. I worked for a few weeks in the grocery store, and drove every day. I like a horse." "So do I; but I don't care much about handling the reins myself. You'll promise not to upset the carriage, as Percy did the other day?" "Not unless we meet two tramps, as he did," said Bert, laughing. "I declare, Mary, there is your boy calling his old uncle a tramp." "And myself, too, uncle." "That makes it seem a little better. Are you going back to the shop?" "Yes, uncle; my time is up." "I'll walk along with you." As the two walked together, Uncle Jacob took a five dollar bill from his pocket, and handed it to Bert. "There, Bert," he said, "I want you to give that to your mother toward buying groceries and meat this week, as her expenses will be increased by my being in the house." "But, Uncle Jacob, we don't want you to pay board." "I am able to do it, and prefer it, Bert. So say no more about it." In truth, this donation was a relief to Bert and his mother, for they were compelled to economize closely, and yet wanted to live well while Uncle Jacob was visiting them. About seven o'clock Bert drove round to the house in a handsome top buggy, drawn by a spirited black horse, the best in Houghton's stable. "I'll let you have it, Bert," said Mr. Houghton, "because I know you're a careful driver. There are few persons I would trust with Prince." "You may depend on me, Mr. Houghton." "I know I can, Bert;" and with a few directions the stable keeper resigned the turnout to Bert. "You have got a stylish rig, Bert," said Uncle Jacob. "I think we shall have to drive by Albert Marlowe's." "Just what I would like," remarked Bert, with a smile. Bert had his share of human nature, and rather enjoyed being seen by his aristocratic relatives in such a stylish turnout. Supper was over at Squire Marlowe's and the family were sitting on the piazza, the evening being warm, when Percy espied the buggy approaching. "I wonder who's driving Houghton's best team?" he said. "By gracious, if it isn't Bert Barton and his mother and Uncle Jacob!" he exclaimed, a minute later. The squire adjusted his eyeglasses, and looked at the carriage now nearly opposite. "You are right, Percy," he said.