the Englishman, seated erect and prim on what had once
been a hill of potatoes, her bonnet perched rakishly on one ear, and her
grey toupee partially disarranged, hanging with its sustaining hairpins
over her eyes, was Mrs. Mackintosh, firmly grasping in one hand her
green silk parasol which she had never relinquished.

As Banborough met her gaze, she demanded sternly:

"What next, young man, I should like to know?"

"Really, Mrs. Mackintosh," he replied, "if for no other reason, you
ought to be deeply indebted to me as a purveyor of new sensations."

"This is not a time for levity, sir," remarked that lady sternly,
dropping her parasol and hastily restoring her toupee to its original
position, "and I consider it perfectly disgraceful that you should cause
a lady of my character to be arrested in a potato-patch at four o'clock
in the morning!"

"That's just what I've been endeavouring to prevent," he said. "I
believe this to be Canada."

"Then Canada's a very poor sort of a country," she replied snappishly.

The others now approached them, and all eyes were turned to the
railroad station a few hundred yards distant, which was alive with
bobbing lanterns. Presently a cluster of lights detached itself from the
rest and came towards them.

"Do you think they're going to arrest us?" asked Miss Arminster timidly.

"Don't you be afraid, miss," returned Friend Othniel. "You just let me
run this circus, and I'll get you out all right and no mistake."

The party now came up to them. It consisted of the station-master, the
conductor, several trainmen, and the two policemen.

"Here!" said the conductor. "What did you mean by pulling the cord and
starting the train?"

"Because we was anxious to see the beauties of Canady," replied the
tramp.

"Ah, I thought as much," said one of the policemen.

"I am afraid," added the other, "we shall be obliged to persuade you and
your party to stay in the United States for a while. You may consider
yourselves under arrest."

"Thank yer," said the tramp sweetly.

"So, to save trouble," continued the officer, "you might as well come
back quietly with us to the station."

"Yah!" retorted the tramp. "'Will yer walk into my parlour?' said the
spider to the fly. I knows that game, and I guess the climate o' Canady
suits my constitution."

"Nonsense!" replied the policeman. "You aren't over the border by about
two miles."

"Oh, ain't we?" said the tramp. "Just oblige me, then, b