Cecily, are you sure your feet ain't damp?
We ought to go in anyhow--it's too chilly out here for you." "You girls had better go," said Dan, "but I ain't going in till old Isaac Frewen goes.

I've no use for him." "I hate him, too," said Felicity, agreeing with Dan for once in her life.

"He chews tobacco all the time and spits on the floor--the horrid pig!" "And yet his brother is an elder in the church," said Sara Ray wonderingly.
"I know a story about Isaac Frewen," said the Story Girl.

"When he was young he went by the name of Oatmeal Frewen and he got it this way.

He was noted for doing outlandish things.