7ON HIS WAY HOME FROM the office Stanley Burnell stopped the buggy at the Bodega, got out and bought a large bottle of oysters. At the c******n's shop next door he bought a pineapple in the pink of condition, and noticing a basket of fresh black cherries he told John to put him a pound of those as well. The oysters and the pine he stowed away in the box under the front seat, but the cherries he kept in his hand.
Pat, the handy-man, leapt off the box and tucked him up again in the brown rug.
"Lift yer feet, Mr. Burnell, while I give yer a fold under," said he.
"Right! Right! First rate!" said Stanley. "You can make straight for home now."
Pat gave the grey mare a touch and the buggy sprang forward.
"I believe this man is a first-rate chap," thought Stanley. He liked the look of him sit
