Don't I owe Squire Lee sixty dollars ?" "But I can pay that." "It is my affair, you see." "If it is your affair, then I owe you sixty dollars." "No, you don't; I calculate to pay my board now.

I am old enough and big enough to do something." "You have done something ever since you were old enough to work." "Not much; I don't wonder that miserable old hunker of a Hardhand twitted me about it.

By the way, have you heard anything from him ?" "Not a thing." "He has got enough of us, I reckon." "You mustn't insult him, Bobby, if you happen to see him." "Never fear me." "You know the Bible says we must love our enemies, and pray for them that despitefully use us and persecute us." "I should pray that the Old Nick might get him." "No, Bobby; I hope you haven't forgot all your Sunday school lessons." "I was wrong, mother," replied Bobby, a little moved.

"I did not mean so.

I shall try to think as well of him as I can; but I can't help thinking, if all the world was like him, what a desperate hard time we should have of it." "We must thank the Lord that he has given us so many good and true men." "Such as Squire Lee, for instance," added Bobby, as he rose from the table and put his chair back against the wall.