the passengers landing at Polktown were streaming up from the boat. There were several commercial travelers bound for the Lake View Inn and the ministrations of Marm Parraday, who was now its overseeing spirit. Besides these there was but one disembarking passenger. She attracted Janice Day's immediate attention.
"Look, Nelson; here comes Mrs. Scattergood. She's just returning from a visit to her son. Do you know, she is the first friend I made when I came to Polktown? She was on the boat that day coming over from the Landing."
"The old girl looks as spry as ever," said Nelson disrespectfully. "And I guarantee she already has her hammer out."
"Nelson! And you criticize Marty's language!" laughed Janice.
"There is some slang, young lady, that so adds to the forcefulness of English that the dictionaries adopt it. Say! are you going to stop for her?"
"Oh, I must, Nelson," Janice said with a rueful glance at the schoolmaster.
"Then, to quote my slangiest pupil again--good