I hope he'll be a jolly fellow." "Jolly fellow?
I hope he will be a steady young man, and a fit companion for you.

You don't seem to think of the necessity of that!" "I leave that to you, sir," said Cardo, with a humorous smile.

"I should never dream of questioning your prudence in the matter." The old man nervously fingered his papers.
"Well, that is settled.

I will not keep you longer from your fishing or your rowing--which is it to-day, Cardo ?" and he raised his black eyebrows, and spoke with a slight sneer.
Cardo laughed good-naturedly.
"Neither fishing nor boating to-day, sir.

No! it's that field of swedes this afternoon," and he turned away with his hands dug deep in his pockets.
"A bad habit, Cardo! An industrious man never walks about with his hands in his pockets." "All right, father! here goes for the swedes; and you bet I won't have my hands in my pockets there.