There was no dinner at the Kimper table that day, except for such members of the family as could endure slices of cold boiled pork with very little lean to it.

Late in the afternoon, however, Tom returned, with an air of bravado, indulged in a number of reminiscences of the ball game, and at last asked why supper was not ready.
"Tom," asked the father, "why didn't you come back to-day with what I gave you money to buy ?" "Well," said the young man, dipping his spoon deeply into a mixture of hasty pudding, milk, and molasses, "I met some of the boys on the street, an' they told me about the game, an' it seemed to me that I wouldn't 'pear half a man to 'em if I didn't go 'long, so I made up my mind that you an' the mother would get along some way, an' I went anyhow.

From what's in front of me, I guess you got along, didn't you ?" "Tom," said the father, leaving his seat at the table and going around to his son's chair, on the top bar of which he leaned,--"Tom, of course we got along; there'll be somethin' to eat here ev'ry day just as long as I have any money or can get any work.

But, Tom, you're pretty well grown up now; you're almost a man; I s'pose the fellers in town think you _are_ a man, don't they?
An' you think you're one yourself too, don't you ?" The young man's face brightened, and he engulfed several spoonfuls of the evening meal before he replied,-- "Well, I guess I am somebody now'days.

The time you was in jail, I thought the family had a mighty slim chance o' countin'; but I tumbled into base-ball, an' I was pretty strong in my arms an' pretty spry on my feet, an' little by little I kind o' came to give the family a standin'." "I s'pose that's all right," said the father; "but I want you to understan' one thing, an' understan' it so plain that you can't ever make any mistake about it afterwards.