I counted several hairs this morning.

Well, Phil, are you ready to go with me?
Don't forget your fiddle." "When shall we see you again, Philip ?" said Mrs.Hoffman.
"I do not know," said the little minstrel.
"Shall you not come to the city sometimes ?" "I am afraid the padrone would catch me," said Phil.
"Whenever you do come, Phil," said Paul, "come right to me.

I will take care of you.

I don't think the padrone will carry us both off, and he would have to take me if he took you." "Good-by, Philip," said Mrs.Hoffman, offering her hand.

"I hope you will prosper." "So do I, Phil," said Jimmy.
Phil thus took with him the farewells and good wishes of two friends who had been drawn to him by his attractive face and good qualities.