I have had the best food this world can provide in my time, but never anything that I ate with a keener relish than the pudding and milk and bread and butter and cheese and pumpkin pie which Aunt Deel gave us that night.
Supper over, I wiped the dishes for my aunt while Uncle Peabody went out to feed and water the horses.

Then we sat down in the genial warmth while I told the story of my life in "the busy town," as they called it.
What pride and attention they gave me then! Three days before they had heard of my adventure with the flail, as to which Mr.Hacket, the district attorney and myself had maintained the strictest reticence.

It seemed that the deacon had blabbed, as they used to say, regarding his own brave part in the subsequent proceedings.
My fine clothes and the story of how I had come by them taxed my ingenuity somewhat, although not improperly.

I had to be careful not to let them know that I had been ashamed of the home-made suit.

They, somehow, felt the truth about it and a little silence followed the story.