“But we won’t let you walk — it wouldn’t be Southern hospitality to do it. Come right in.”

“Oh, do,”’ says Aunt Sally; “it ain’t a bit of trouble to us, not a bit in the world. You must stay.

It’s a long, dusty three mile, and we can’t let you walk. And, besides, I’ve already told ’em to put on another plate when I see you coming; so you mustn’t disappoint us. Come right in and make yourself at home.”

So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself be persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he was a stranger from Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William Thompson — and he made another bow.