rest of you, step aside!" Waving away a gay bonnet with a bird on it,
a bottle marked "Patent Medicine," and the persistent pink stockings,
the Sandman closed the mouth of Mrs. O'Flynn's sack, and swung it on
his shoulder, nodding to the children to watch what would happen.
Much excited, they crowded round the open door in the side of the big
rock and peered down into what seemed to be a kind of dark well with a
toboggan-slide descending into it. Sandy placed the Wash Lady's sack
at the top of the slide, and before the children could so much as
wink, it had slid off into the darkness and disappeared from sight.

"Oh, my!" cried Ann, "Is it a shoot-the-chutes? Does it bump when it
gets there?"

"No, no," said the Sandman. "No bumps whatsoever, the most comfortable
kind of traveling I know, in fact you're there the same time you
start, and I'd like to know how you can beat that? I ought to know,
for I use this route myself on my rounds a little earlier in the
evening." He walked back to his pile of sacks, and picked up another
of them. "Now then," said he, examining the label, "who's next?
Aha--Miss Jane Mackenzie!"

The children could hardly believe their ears. "Oh, Ruddy," whispered
Ann in Rudolf's ear, "what kind of dreams do you suppose Aunt Jane
will get?"

"Sh! Listen, he's going to tell us," answered Rudolf.

The Sandman was gravely consulting his list.
"M-hm--Cook-that-likes-living-in-the-Country! Step this way, ma'am,
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