"Where'd he get his name ?" "In de bay, I 'spect," said Dick, as he shoved his boat off; "caught 'im wid a hook." "Anyhow," said the strange boy to himself, "that's probably the kind of fellow my father would wish me to associate with.

Only it's likely he's very ignorant." And he walked away towards the village, with the air of a man who had forgotten more than the rest of his race were ever likely to find out.
At all events, Dick Lee had managed to say a good word for his benefactor, little as he could guess what might be the consequences.
Meantime Dab Kinzer, when he went out from breakfast, had strolled away to the north fence, for a good look at the house which was thenceforth to be the home of his favorite sister.

He had seen it before, every day since he could remember; but it seemed to have a fresh and almost mournful interest for him just now.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed, as he leaned against the fence.

"Putting up ladders?
Oh, yes, I see! That's old Tommy McGrew, the house-painter.
Well, Ham's house needs a new coat as badly as I did.

Sure it'll fit too.