And we swapped moose-steaks fer flour an' bakin' soda, an' an' an' sugar! By the Jimcracky! I'm glad to see you!" He shoved out his hand and they shook again. "Come an' see me," he invited, as he moved away. "I've a right tidy little shack up on the hill, and another on Eldorado. Latch-string's always out. Come an' see me, an' stay ez long ez you've a mind to.
"They wish me well," Albert thought, and with gratitude. He had even more reason for it when the next day Uncle Terry proposed that Telly should drive to the head of the island in his place. "I'm sorry ye must leave us, Mr. "I wish ye could stay longer; but cum again soon, an' remember, our latch-string's allus out fer ye."