That's why she came on this wild-goose chase after me.

You can't tell anything by what she says." "Wasn't he a nice kind of a fellow before this happened, Jim ?" "No, he was a scamp," said Jim Otis, angrily.

He struck into the "Fisher's Hornpipe" with fury, regardless of the girl up-stairs.
"Land sakes, Jim, don't fiddle quite so loud as that--I'm dreadful afraid she'll hear," said his mother.

"I shouldn't thought a girl that looks as sweet as she does would ever have taken up with a scamp." "The sweetest girls are the worst fools," answered Jim, bitterly, but he obeyed his mother and played less loudly.

The shadows of the winter night might have footed it to the soft measures of the hornpipe which Jim Otis played on his fiddle.