"You see he is a very small boy, sir." "Yes, so I see.

But some small boys are worth a dozen large ones.
Come here, my little fellow! What is your name ?" The child went up to the man, telling him his name as he did so.
"That's a fine little fellow! Well, Henry! do you think you and I can agree?
Oh, yes.

We'll get along together very well, I have no doubt.

I suppose, ma'am," he continued, addressing Mrs.Gaston, "that the better way will be for him to stay this winter on trial.
If we like each other, you can come out to Lexington in the spring and have him regularly bound." "That will be as well, I suppose," the mother replied.

Then, after a pause, she said-- "How long will it be, Mr.Sharp, before I can see Henry ?" "I don't know, ma'am.