"Drive ahead!" "Well, we thought if you'd call at the school and ask after him, and pretend he was a cousin of yours, and all that, it would make him mad." "Oh, I see," said Abner, nodding, "he wouldn't like to own a tin-pedler for his cousin." "No," said Tom; "he wants us to think all his relations are rich.

I wouldn't mind at all myself," he added, it suddenly occurring to him that Abner's feelings might be hurt.
"Good!" said Abner, "I see you aint one of the stuck-up kind.

I've got some relations in Boston myself, that are rich and stuck up.

I never go near 'em.

What's the name of this chap you're talkin' about ?" "Fletcher--Fitzgerald Fletcher." "Fletcher!" repeated Abner.