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 rattled and has no confidence, and then the least thing bowls him over, because his wits are all in a jumble and not in working order. At least, that's the way I look at it.

Well, by and by we came to where the road turns away from the river, and we jolted over the railroad track, and pretty soon we were back in town—and then across the bridge—and then up the hill to our street.

Gee, but we were—hungry! We hadn't had a thing to eat since dinner, and it was nine o'clock. Bess wanted us all to go into her house and help her make a raid on the refrigerator; but Bob couldn't, because he said he had to get the horses into the stable first of anything. So we all leaned over and shook hands with him and told him what a perfectly fine time we'd had; and he said he hoped to be able to repeat it in detail some time, and Uncle Rob said to be sure to give him plenty of advance notice, as he was liable to be called away on business suddenly, and wouldn't want to miss the chance—of being called away at the right time. You never saw a wet crowd in such good spirits in your life, and we laughed and chaffed, until Bob had turned the corner.