I 'low you've got spunk, maybe, and that goes for a heap sight more'n sinnoo with boys.

Walk in, and stay over Sunday with me.

You'll hev' to board roun', and I guess you better begin here." Ralph did not go in, but sat out on the wheelbarrow, watching the old man shave shingles, while the boys split the blocks and chopped wood.
Bull smelled of the new-comer again in an ugly way, and got a good kick from the older son for his pains.

But out of one of his red eyes the dog warned the young school-master that _he_ should yet suffer for all kicks received on his account.
"Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth can't make him let go," said the older son to Ralph, by way of comfort.
It was well for Ralph that he began to "board roun'" by stopping at Mr.
Means's.

Ralph felt that Flat Creek was what he needed.