I've ben lookin'," he added reflectively, "fer an honest man fer quite a number o' years, an' I guess I've found him; yes'm, I guess I've found him." "An' be you goin' to let him lose that fifteen dollars ?" asked the practical Polly, fixing her brother with her eyes.
"Wa'al," said David, with a short laugh, "what c'n I do with such an obst'nit critter 's he is?
He jest backed into the britchin', an' I couldn't do nothin' with him." Aunt Polly sat over her sewing for a minute or two without taking a stitch.
"I'm sorry you done it," she said at last.
"I dunno but I did make ruther a mess of it," admitted Mr.Harum..