She jumped to the conclusion that he was a book-pedler, having been annoyed by several persistent specimens of that class of travelling merchants.
"If you've got books to sell," she said, opening the attack, "you may as well go away.

I aint got no money to throw away." Mr.Ferdinand B.Kensington--for he was the young man in question--laughed heartily, while the old lady stared at him half amazed, half angry.
"I don't see what there is to laugh at," said she, offended.
"I was laughing at the idea of my being taken for a book-pedler." "Well, aint you one ?" she retorted.

"If you aint, what be you ?" "Aunt Deborah, don't you know me ?" asked the young man, familiarly.
"Who are you that calls me aunt ?" demanded the old lady, puzzled.
"I'm your brother Henry's son.

My name is Ferdinand." "You don't say so!" ejaculated the old lady.

"Why, I'd never 'ave thought it.