"
The monkey had taken the doughnut in his handlike paws, and was
tearing it to pieces, eating small portions of it very rapidly.
"Don't hurry yourself," said Toby, warningly, "for Uncle Dan'l
always told me the worst thing a feller could do was to eat fast.
If you want any more, after we start, just put your hand through
the little hole up there near the seat, an' I'll give you all you
want."
From the look on his face Toby confidently believed the monkey
was about to make some reply; but just then Ben shut up the sides,
separating Toby and Mr. Stubbs, and the order was given to start.
Toby clambered up on to the high seat, Ben followed him, and in
another instant the team was moving along slowly down the dusty
road, preceded and followed by the many wagons, with their tiny
swinging lights.
"Well," said Ben, when he had got his team well under way and felt
that he could indulge in a little conversation, "how did you get
along today?"
Toby related all of his movements, and gave the driver a faithful
account of all that had happened to him, concluding his story by
saying, "That was one of Mrs. Treat's doughnuts that I just gave
to Mr. Stubbs."
"To whom?" asked Ben, in surprise.
"To Mr. Stubbs -- the old fellow here in the cart, you know, that's
been so good to me."
Toby heard a sort of gurgling sound, saw the driver's body sway
back and forth in a trembling way, and was just becoming thoroughly
alarmed, when he thought of the previous night, and understood that
Ben was only laughing in his own peculiar way.
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