Father wanted me to change his name and call him Oliver P.Morton, after a friend of his, but I told him this doll had to be called by the name he came with, and if he wanted me to have one named for his friend, to get it, and I'd play with it." "What did he do ?" "He didn't want one named Morton that much." Mr.Pryor took Dick Oglesby in his fingers and looked at his curly black hair and blue eyes, his chubby outstretched arms, like a baby when it wants you to take it, and his plump little feet and the white shirt with red stripes all a piece of him as he was made, and said: "The honourable governor of our sister state seems a little weighty; I am at a loss to understand how he swims." "It's a new way," I said.

"He just stands still and the water swims around him.

It's very easy for him." Then I carried Dick to the water, waded in and stood him against a stone.

Something funny happened instantly.

It always did.