"Thought you were a man; thought you were going to learn to fire my gun.

Guess you haven't been out of petticoats long enough, after all!" Jerome drew his sleeve fiercely across his eyes, and then looked up at the Squire proudly.

"Didn't cry before him," said he.
Squire Eben laughed, and gave his back a hard pat.

"I guess you'll do, after all," said he.

"So you didn't have much luck with the doctor ?" "No, sir." "Well, don't you fret.