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Not far from Baysville I came upon a stranded car occupied by two women and some children — a flat tyre. I changed the wheel for them and, full of gratitude, they suggested that on my way through Baysville I should stop at Dr. C.’s and have coffee with him. That wasn’t exactly the way they put it. As a matter of fact they probably took me for some land of tramp; for in Canada any adult who rides a bicycle is generally regarded either as belonging to the less desirable classes of society