Jim, foraging among the solids, found a mince pie, to which he devoted himself.
"This is the sort o' thing as will stan' by a man in trouble," said he, with a huge piece in his hand.
Then, with a basket of cake, he vanished from the house, and distributed his burden among the boys at the gate.
"Boys, I know ye're hungry, 'cause ye've left yer breakfast on yer faces.

Now git this in afore it rains." The boys did not stand on the order of the service, but helped themselves greedily, and left his basket empty in a twinkling.
"It beats all nater," said Jim, looking at them sympathetically, "how much boys can put down when they try.

If the facks could be knowed, without cuttin' into 'em, I'd be willin' to bet somethin' that their legs is holler." While Jim was absent, the bride's health was drunk in a glass of lemonade, and when he returned, his own health was proposed, and Jim seemed to feel that something was expected of him.
"My good frens," said he, "I'm much obleeged to ye.

Ye couldn't 'a' treated me better if I'd 'a' been the president of this country.

I ain't used to yer ways, but I know when I'm treated well, an' when the little woman is treated well.