On summer evenings, Dobbins is to be seen, two or three times in the week, jogging along before the square-topped chaise, upon some highway that leads into the town, with the parson seated within, with slackened rein, and in thoughtful mood, from which he rouses himself from time to time with a testy twitch and noisy chirrup that urge the poor beast into a faster gait. All the while the little wife sits beside him, as if a twittering sparrow had nestled itself upon the same perch with some grave owl, and sat with him side by side, watching for the big eyes to turn upon her, and chirping some pretty response for every solemn utterance of the wise old bird beside her. VIII. On the return from one of these parochial drives, not long after their establishment at Ashfield, it happened that the good parson and his wife were not a little startled at sight of a stranger lounging familiarly at their door. A little roof jutted out over the entrance to the parsonage, without any apparent support, and flanking the door were two plank seats, with their ends toward the street, cut away into the shape of those "settles" which used to be seen in country taverns, and which here seemed to invite a quiet out-of-door gossip. But the grave manner of the parson had never invited to a very familiar use of this loitering-place, even by the most devoted of the parishioners; and the appearance of a stranger of some two-and-thirty years, with something in his manner, as much as in his dress, which told of large familiarity with the world, lounging upon this little porch, had amazed the passers-by, as much as it now did the couple who drove up slowly in the square-topped chaise. "Who can it be, Benjamin?" says Rachel. "I really can't say," returns the parson. "He seems very much at home, my dear,"--as indeed he does, with his feet stretched out upon the bench, and eyeing curiously the approaching vehicle. As it draws near, his observation being apparently satisfactory, he walks briskly down to the gate, and greets the parson with,-- "My dear Johns, I'm delighted to see you!" At this the parson knew him, and greets him,-- "Maverick, upon my word!" and offers his hand. "And this is Mrs. Johns, I suppose," says the stranger, bowing graciously, "Allow me, Madam"; and he assists her to alight. "Your husband and myself were old college-friends, partners of the same bench, and I've used no ceremony, you see, in finding him out." Rachel, eyeing him furtively, with a little rustic courtesy, "is glad to see any of her husband's old friends." The parson--upon his feet now--shakes the stranger's hand heartily again. "I am very glad to see you, Maverick; but I thought you were out of the country." "So I have been, Johns; am home only upon a visit, and hearing by accident that you had become a clergyman--as I always thought you would--and were settled hereabout, I determined to run down and see you before sailing again."