thful a
perfume and a sound neither of which was sweet.

Above the rattle and squeak of the Young wagon turning in at the Calvin
gate arose the voices of Vessie and Simp uplifted in song.

"'Here's to the good old whiskey, drink 'er daown,'" sang Mr. Young.

"'Here's to the good old whiskey,
Drink 'er daown!
Here's to the good old whiskey,
It makes you feel so frisky,
Drink 'er--'

Git up there, blank blank ye! What the blankety blank you stoppin' here
for? Git up!"

The horse was not the only creature that got up. Mrs. Calvin rose from
her chair and gazed in horror at the window. Her husband, being already
on his feet, could not rise but he broke off short the opening sentence
of his "few words" and stared and listened. Each Welfare Worker stared
and listened also.

"Git up, you blankety blank blank," repeated Ves Young, with cheerful
enthusiasm. Mr. Mullen, from the top of the load of lumber, caroled
dreamily on:

"'Here's to the good old rum,
Drink 'er daown!
Here's to the good old rum,
Drink 'er daown!
Here's to the good old rum,
Ain't you glad that you've got some?
Drink 'er daown! Drink 'er daown!
Drink 'er daown!'"

And floating, as it were, upon the waves of melody came the odor of the
Young wagon, an odor combining deceased fish and late lamented cow and
goodness knows what beside.

The dissipated vehicle stopped beneath the parlor windows of the Calvin
cottage. Mr. Young called to his assistant.

"Here we be, Simp!" he yelled. "A-a-ll ashore that's goin' ashore! Wake
up there, you unmentionably described old rum barrel and help unload
this everlastingly condemned lumber."

Mr. Calvin rushed to the window. "What does this mean?" he demanded, in
frothing indignation.

Vessie waved at him reassuringly. "'Sall right, Mr. Calvin," he shouted.
"Here's your lumber from Ze-lotes Snow and Co., South Harniss, Mass., U.
S. A. 'Sall right. Let 'er go, Simp! Let 'er blankety-blank go!"

Mr. Mullen responded with alacrity and a whoop. A half dozen boards
crashed to the ground beneath the parlor windows. Mrs. Calvin rushed to
her husband's side.

"This is DREADFUL, Seabury!" she cried. "Send those creatures and--and
that horrible wagon away at once."

The Reverend Calvin tried to obey orders. He commanded Mr. Young to go
away from there that very moment. Vessie was surprised.

"Ain't this your