wife's constant repetition of the word five, he had become so confused
as to drop twenty-five cents into the box, thinking there were five in
the party.

"Make the driver extricate it for us," suggested Mrs. Rovering; but that
individual promptly replied that he couldn't do it, and coolly proceeded
to let the money down into the safe before their very eyes. But upon
this his passengers raised such an outcry of indignation that the knight
of the brake was forced to open the door again, and pacify them by
saying they might take the fare from the next passenger. This appeared
to be such a brilliant idea that Mrs. Rovering was almost inclined to
envy the driver's genius.

These cars, although "bobtails," were drawn by two horses, and therefore
went along at quite a respectable rate, but this did not prevent
evil-minded youth from hanging on behind in all the blissful enjoyment
of a free ride, and the efforts of the driver to dislodge these highway
_boys_ amused the two Eds not a little. One of his stratagems was to
suddenly brake up the car as though he were going to stop and personally
chastise the offenders, while another was to ring the bell and pretend
one of his passengers was about to alight.

But on this occasion there were two boys who persisted in sticking on in
spite of everything, and at last they so exasperated the poor driver
that he threw down his reins, and rushed around to the rear platform
with his whip raised.

Now it so happened that the two Eds had been long waiting for this
opportunity, and as the man cut the air with his lash--and the air only,
for the young rascals were already half a block away--Edward and Edgar
simultaneously threw down six torpedoes apiece on the front platform,
the effects of which were to send the horses off at a gallop, with the
lines about their feet, and the driver tearing after them in vain.

"Whoa!" shouted Mr. Rovering and the boys.

"Which--where--what shall we do?" groaned Mrs. Rovering, sinking back
on the seat, and covering her face with her hands.

"Stop 'em, somebody. And oh, boys, why did you start 'em?" and Mr.
Rovering remained standing motionless on the platform, casting longing
looks at the reins trailing in the street.

"Remember," exclaimed Mrs. Rovering, "we're on the continuous line, and
so we'll keep on going round and round, and never stop! Oh, why did you
ever force me to set out upon this unhappy expedition?"

At this Mr. Rovering grew almost be