You spend yer nights readin' books when ye ought to be to work an' you've scattered that kind o' foolishness all over the neighborhood.

I want to tell you one thing, Baynes, you've got to pay up or git out o' here." He raised his cane and shook it in the air as he spoke.
"Oh, I ain't no doubt o' that," said Uncle Peabody.

"You'll have to have yer money--that's sure; an' you will have it if I live, every cent of it.

This boy is goin' to be a great help to me--you don't know what a good boy he is and what a comfort he's been to us!" I had understood that reference to me in Mr.Grimshaw's complaint and these words of my beloved uncle uncovered my emotions so that I put my elbow on the wood-box and leaned my head upon it and sobbed.
"I tell ye I'd rather have that boy than all the money you've got, Mr.
Grimshaw," Uncle Peabody added.
My aunt came and patted my shoulder and said: "Sh--sh--sh! Don't you care, Bart! You're just the same as if you was our own boy--ayes!--you be." "I ain't goin' to be hard on ye, Baynes," said Mr.Grimshaw as he rose from his chair; "I'll give ye three months to see what you can do.

I wouldn't wonder if the boy would turn out all right.