There were other things, like alligators' teeth, and shells, and curiosities, but the great trade of the town seemed to be in sea-beans.[A] Rectus and I each bought one for our watch-chains.
I think we tried on every straw hat in town, and we bought a couple in a little house, where two or three young women were making them.

Rectus asked me, in a low voice, if I didn't think one of the young women was a Mohican.

I hushed him up, for it was none of his business if she was.

I had a good deal of trouble in making Rectus say "Minorcan." Whenever we had met a dark-haired person, he had said to me: "Do you think that is a Mohican ?" It was a part of his old school disposition to get things wrong in this way.

But he never got angry when I corrected him.