"Oh, they are fine, Master Richard," said Snuggers. "Nothing
finer on the lake shore. Captain Putnam's one recreation is to
drive behind a fast team."
"Is it? I wish he would take me out with him some time."
"Always drives alone. Reckon it kind of quiets him, after a noisy
time with the boy."
"I suppose."
They were soon on the way, which led out of Cedarville and over a
hill fronting the lake.
"By the way, do you know where the farms belonging to Mr. Stanhope
and to Mr. Laning are located?" asked Tom, when they were well out
of the village.
"Mr. Stanhope, sir? There isn't any Mr. Stanhope. He died two
years ago. That place you see away over yonder is Mrs. Stanhope's
farm."
"She has a daughter Dora?"
"Yes," Peleg Snuggers paused for a moment. "They say the widder
thinks of marrying again."
"Is that so!" put in Dick, and then he wondered if Dora would be
pleased with her stepfather. "So that is the place?"
"Yes, sir; two hundred and fifty acres, and the fittest dairy in
these parts. If, the widder marries again, her husband will fall
into a very good thing. The dairy company at Ithaca once offered
fifty thousand dollars for the cattle and land.
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