"How's that young Edwards ?" Squire Merritt stared.

"The smartest young fellow in this town," he said, with a kind of crusty loyalty, "but when it comes to Lucina--Lucina!" "I've liked that boy, Eben, ever since that night in Robinson's store," said the Colonel, with a curious gravity.
"So have I," returned the Squire, defiantly, "and before that--ever since his father died.

He was the bravest little rascal.

He's a hero in his way.

I was telling Lucina the other day what he'd done.