He was sleek and glossy . It had been the golden summer of Nap 's life . Mr. Smiles coughed in an embarrassed fashion . Miss Cordelia looked at him and was amazed to see that not a smile was on or about his face . He looked absurdly serious . `` I want to buy Nap , '' he said in a sepulchral tone , `` but that is not the only thing I want . I want you too , ma'am . I 'm tired of being a cross old bachelor . I think I 'd like to be a cross old husband , for a change . Do you think you could put up with me in that capacity , Miss Cordelia , my dear ? '' Miss Cordelia gave a half gasp and then she had to laugh . `` Oh , Mr. Smiles , I 'll agree to anything if you 'll only smile again . It seems unnatural to see you look so solemn . '' The smiles at once broke loose and revelled over her wooer 's face . `` Then you will come ? '' he said eagerly . Half an hour later they had their plans made . At New Year 's Miss Cordelia was to leave her school and sooty Pottstown and come to be mistress of Beechwood Farm . `` And look here , '' said Mr. Smiles . `` Every fine Saturday you shall have a big , roomy sleigh and Nap , and drive into town for some children and bring them out here for their weekly treat as usual .
The house is large enough XXXXX hold them , goodness knows , and if it is n't there are the barns for the overflow .
At Farm Pottstown for in of over to with wooer