The town-meeting comes to-morrow, and the town's poor are to be sold at auction, and to pass into Tom Buffum's hands again, unless you prevent it.

I can't make a speech, and I can't vote.

I never wanted to until now.

You can do both, and if you don't reform this business, and set Tom Buffum at doing something else, and treat God's poor more like human beings, I shall get out of Sevenoaks before it sinks; for sink it will if there is any hole big enough to hold it." "Well, I'll think of it," said Mr.Belcher, deliberately.
"Tell me you'll do it." "I'm not used to doing things in a hurry.

Mr.Buffum is a friend of mine, and I've always regarded him as a very good man for the place.