It almost spoiled my Hoosier dialect!" "By George, I wonder if the canal-boat people would take me! It would be less lonesome than working at the bench here.

Dad says I can do anything I like.

He's tickled to death because I've come home.

He's really the right sort; he did all the horny-handed business himself--ploughed corn, wore red mittens to a red school-house, and got licked with a hickory stick.

But he doesn't understand why I don't either take a job in his office or gallop the Paris boulevards with mother and the girls; but he's all right.