A Distance Table

A lady spending suuiiner at a fishing villagë on the south coast asked oue of the male residents: ' 'How f ar is it to Mr. Di bson 'a house?' ' The seafaring man pulled his topknot politely and answered : "Just about a dog's trot, mum." "How f ar is that?" the lady asked again. The man hesitated tui instant, aa if Bearching in his mind for au exact measure of distance, and tlien replied : "About as far as it would take ye to smoke an even pipeful o' torbacker,