I can chat with you, and tell you about school, and about fishing, and so on.

The squire is very kind, but I know it is only because of that picking Aggie out of the water, and I never seem to know what to talk about with him.

And then, you see, Aggie is growing a young lady, and can't go rambling about at my heels as she used to do, when she was a little girl.

I like her, you know, Mr.Wilks, just as I used to do; but I can't carry her on my shoulder now, and make a playfellow of her." "I suppose that's all natural enough, Jim," Aggie's grandfather said; "but I do think it is a pity you don't come up more often.

You know we are all fond of you, and it will give us a pleasure to have you here." Jim was, in fact, getting to the awkward age with boys.