"I have seen him somewhere, and I can't think where." "Well, I'd never f-forget him," said Annette.

"He's got the jolliest face I ever saw.

M-Martha says he can jump that high fence b-back of the Hollises' without touching it.

I d-drove dad's buggy clear up over the curbstone yesterday, so he would come to the r-rescue, and he swung on to old B-Baldy's neck like he had been a race-horse." "But you don't know him," protested Ruth.

"And, besides, he was--he was a peddler." "I don't care if he was," said Annette.