"He kind o' laughed. 'What are you doin' with his hoss, then?' says he. "'I bought it off'n him,' says I; 'it's my hoss now, and my team. Like to know how many teeth we've got between us?' "'Well, all the same I don't want any!' he says; and he starts to go back into the store. "'Excuse _me_!' I says, as polite as I knew how. 'Would you have any objections to namin' over the things you don't want? I didn't know as I'd offered you anything, but mebbe I done it in my sleep.' "'Glucose is one thing,' he says. 'Terry alba, coal-tar, plaster-of-Paris; them's some of the things I don't want. And you're another. Is that enough?' "'Not quite I says. 'Go slow, shipmate! If you wanted them things the wust way in the world you couldn't get 'em off'n me, 'cause I ain't got 'em." "He grunted. 'Tell that to the monkey!' he says. "'I am,' I says, 'or the nearest I can see to one.' "'He always had 'em he says,'and tried to sell 'em to me every time he come by.' "'I know!' says I. 'I found 'em in the stock, and I sot 'em on the fire and seen 'em burn. Gitty up, hossy!' I says. 'We'll go on and see if there's any place in this village where they keep manners,' I says, 'and we'll send this old gentleman a half a pound to stock up with!' I says. "'Hold on!' he says. 'I spoke too quick. Come in and we'll talk.' "So I went. Had half a mind not to, but 'twan't the sensible half. I tell you, I had a real pleasant time, Miss Hands. Come to get him smoothed down and combed out, and he was as pleasant an old gentleman as ever I see. But he was an old-fashioned candy-maker, you see, and he didn't like these new-fangled ways any more than what I do. Never had a pound of glucose on his premises, nor never will; nothin' but pure sugar. We had a real good time together; and he gave me them pep'mints, and I'm goin' to have 'em reg'lar every week. He's got a little kitchen in back there that's a perfect pictur' to look at. I'd like to have you see it, Miss Hands, honest I would." At this moment a loud and peevish crow was heard from the house. "There!" said Mary Sands. "We must be goin' in, Mr. Parks. Cousin's gettin' impatient, I expect." They found Mr. Sim fairly spluttering with impatience. "What--what--what--" he began as they entered; "I didn't know as you was ever comin', Cousin. I'd oughter have had my med'cine--that you, Cal?--half an hour ago; set down, won't you? half a glass, with sugar and hot water! pretty well, be ye? I'm most choked to death, settin' here waitin'." "There, Cousin!" said Mary Sands in her mellow, soothing voice. "I'll get you the medicine right away; though if the truth was told I expect you'd be better off without it. I don't hold with all this dosin', do you, Mr. Parks?" "I do not!" said Calvin Parks. "Looks to me as if all the doses he'd been takin' for a week was havin' it out inside him, and no two agreein'. Say, Sim! s'pose you let Miss Hands throw away all that stuff, and take a pep'mint instead." CHAPTER VI