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"Surest thing ye know. Better hop in an' jog along back 'ith me," said Walkworthy Dexter, cordially.
"Can I, Mr. Dexter?"
"You air jest as welcome as the flowers in May," he a.s.sured her.
"Whoa, Josephus. Stand still, Kate! My sakes! but the flies bite the critters this morning, an' no mistake."
Janice "hopped in," and Mr. Dexter clucked to the willing horses.
"I jest been takin' a party of our young folks over to Middletown to take examinations for entrance to the Academy," proclaimed Walky. "An'
that remin's me," added he. "Did yer see that feller go by on one o'
them gasoline bikes?"
"On the motorcycle?"
"Ya-as."
"I saw him," admitted Janice.
"Know him?"
"Of course not. He doesn't belong in Poketown, I'm sure."
"Mebbe he will," said Walky, his eyes twinkling with fun again.
Janice looked at him, puzzled.
"Ain't you heard?" he questioned. "'Rill Scattergood's resigned and the school committee is lookin' for a new teacher. _That_ feller's got the bee in his bonnet, they told me at Middletown."
"The school-teaching bee?" laughed the girl.
"Yep. He'd been for his certif'cate. He's been writin' to the Poketown committee."
"But--but he isn't much more than a boy himself, is he?"
"They tell me he's been through college. Must be a smart youngster for, as you say, he's nothin' but a kid."
"I didn't say that!" cried Janice, in some little panic, for she knew Dexter's p.r.o.neness to gossip. "Don't you dare say I did!"
He chuckled. "Wa-al, ye meant it. Come now--didn't ye? An' he _is_ a mighty young feller ter be teachin' school. 'Specially with sech big girls an' boys in it. He'll have ter fight the boys, it's likely, an'
I shouldn't wonder if the big gals set their caps for him."
"I'm afraid you're a very reckless talker, Mr. Dexter," sighed Janice.
Then her hazel eyes brightened suddenly, and she added, "They ought to call you 'Talky' Dexter, instead of 'Walky', I believe."
"'Talkworthy Dexter', eh?" he grinned.
"I'm not sure that you _do_ always _talk worthy_," she told him, shaking a serious head. "You're very apt to say things to 'stir folks all up,' as my Aunt says. Oh, yes, you do! You know you do, Mr.
Dexter."
"Wal, I declare!" chuckled the man, but with a queer little side glance at the serious face of the girl. "Think I'm a trouble-breeder, do ye?"
"You just ask yourself that, sir," said Janice, firmly. "You know you're just delighted if you can say something to start things going, as you call it. And it isn't worthy of you----"
"Whether I'm 'Talkworthy', or 'Walkworthy', eh?" he broke in, laughing.
"Oh, I didn't mean any offence!" exclaimed Janice, much disturbed now to think that she had criticised the man just as he was in the habit of criticising everybody else.
"I snum! mebbe you're right," grunted Walky Dexter. "And I reckon talkin' don't do much good after all. Now, look at Cross Moore. I been at him a year an' more to fix that rail fence along the ditch by his house. 'Tain't done no good. But, by jinks! somebody else got at him," added Walky, slyly, "an' I see this mornin' Cross was gittin' the rails and new posts there. He was right on the job."
Janice's cheeks grew rosy. "Why!" she cried, "I never said a word to him about it."
"No; but somehow he got the idee from you. He told me so," and Walky chuckled.
"I think Mr. Moore likes to joke--the same as you do, Mr. Dexter," said Janice, quietly.
"Ahem! You sartainly have got some of us goin'," said the driver, whimsically. "Look at Jase Day! I never _did_ think nothin' less'n Gabriel's trump would start Jase. But yest'day I'm jiggered if I didn't see him mendin' his pasture fence. And the old Day house looks like another place--that's right. How d'you do it?"
"I--I don't just know what you mean," stammered Janice, feeling very uncomfortable.
He looked at her with his eyes screwed up again. "D'you know what they said about yer uncle las' year? He come down to Jefferson's store with a basket of pertaters. All the big ones was on top and the little ones at the bottom. Huh! _He_ ain't the only one that 'deacons' a basket of pertaters," and Walky chuckled.
"But the boys said 'twas easy to see how come Jase's pertaters that-a way. 'Twas 'cause it took him so 'tarnal long to dig a basket, that the pertaters grew ahead of him in the row--that's right! When he begun they was little, but by the time he got a basket full they'd growed a lot," and the gossip guffawed his delight at the story.
"But he's sure gettin' 'round some spryer this year. An' I snum!
there's Marty, too. He's workin' in his mother's garden reg'lar. I seen him. 'Fore you came, Miss Janice, if Marty was diggin' in the garden an' found a worm, he thought he was goin' fis.h.i.+n' and got him a bait can and a pole, an' set right off for the lake--that's right!" and Walky shook all over, and grew so red in the face over his joke that Janice was really afraid he was becoming apoplectic.
But something in the middle of the road, as they made another corner, stopped all this fun.
"Hullo!" exclaimed Walky. "That young feller on the gasoline bike has had an accident. Don't it look that way to you?"
CHAPTER XIII
NELSON HALEY
The team drew to a halt without any command, and directly beside the young man, who was working diligently over the overturned motorcycle.
His repair kit was spread out at the roadside, and the cause of the trouble was self-evident, it would seem. But Walky was a true Yankee and had to ask questions.
"Had a puncture, Mister?" he drawled, as the young man looked up, saw Janice on the seat beside the driver, and flushed a little.
"Oh, no!" returned the victim of the accident, with some asperity.
"I'm just changing the air in these tires. The other air was worn out, you know."
For a moment Walky's eyes bulged, and Janice giggled loudly. Then Mr.
Dexter saw the point of the joke. He slapped his leg and laughed uproariously.