He oughter go to jail fer asking fifteen cents fer them mean little mellings o' his'n." "They seem as large as yours," murmured Louise.
"But they ain't.

An' Brayley's a cheat an' a rascal, while a honester man ner me don't breathe.

Nobody likes Brayley 'round Millville.

Why, on'y las' winter he called me a meddler--in public!--an' said as I shot off my mouth too much.

Me!" "How impolite." "But that's Dan Brayley.