"Doesn't it seem good to get some of Cousin Roxy's huckleberry pancakes again, girls?
Oh yes, we met my prisoner--I should say, my erstwhile prisoner--on the road.
He was tapping chestnut trees over on Peck's Hill like a woodpecker.

You needn't laugh, Doris, 'cause Billie saw him too, didn't you, Bill?
And he's got a sweet forgiving nature.

He doffed his hat to me and I smiled back just as though I'd never caught him in our berry patch, and had Shad lock him up in the corn-crib." "Was he heading this way ?" the Judge asked.

"I want him to look at my peach trees and tell me what in tunket ails them." "Why, Judge, I'm surprised at you, and before the children, too." Cousin Roxy's eyes twinkled with mirth at having caught the Judge in a lapse.
"I only said tunket, Roxy," he began, but Cousin Roxy cut him short.
"Tunket's been good Connecticut for Tophet ever since I was knee high to a toadstool, and we won't say anything more about that.

Jerry will be glad to go up with you to the peach orchard, and you can take the youngsters with you.