No, they won't get the chance, for they'll see me again to-morrow! "Now that is what I call spunk, Elnora! Downright grit," said Wesley Sinton.

"Don't you let them laugh you out.

You've helped Margaret and me for years at harvest and busy times, what you've earned must amount to quite a sum.

You can get yourself a good many clothes with it." "Don't mention clothes, Uncle Wesley," sobbed Elnora, "I don't care now how I look.

If I don't go back all of them will know it's because I am so poor I can't buy my books." "Oh, I don't know as you are so dratted poor," said Sinton meditatively.
"There are three hundred acres of good land, with fine timber as ever grew on it." "It takes all we can earn to pay the tax, and mother wouldn't cut a tree for her life." "Well then, maybe, I'll be compelled to cut one for her," suggested Sinton.