The boy asked, "When shall we arrive?" again and again, but not a word answered the driver.

"Got 'em," answered the driver tersely, "Carry-all gone to the everlasting bow-wows.

"No one hurt, Señor," answered the driver who had recognised him.

"Theater built by the state," answered the driver, without looking around.

"Because the man before me said 'Hampstead,' sir," answered the driver.

"If it was took," answered the driver, truculently, "'twasn't took by no car.

"Don't know, Ma'am," answered the driver, a rather sleepy-looking middle-aged man.

"On the day the stage was robbed," answered the driver.

'To such a wharf,' answered the driver; 'and I stowed them on board such a vessel.'

"I do' know's I said, Mis' Tobin," answered the driver, with a frosty laugh.

"Yes," answered the driver in a surly tone.

"Yes, it is crape," answered the driver, jumping out and running up the path to look.

"I will not sell it," answered the driver.

"Prospecting engine for swamp use," answered the driver.

"The linch-pin has fallen out," answered the driver, "and we have just missed losing a wheel."

"Good-by, Missus Arnold, an' I hope God'll take best care uv you, anyhow," answered the driver.