Harvey had shown Dan a telegram, and the two swore to keep silence till the shell burst.
"Harve's folk ?" said Dan, with an unruffled face after supper.

"Well, I guess they don't amount to much of anything, or we'd ha' heard frum 'em by naow.

His pop keeps a kind o' store out West.

Maybe he'll give you's much as five dollars, dad." "What did I tell ye ?" said Salters.

"Don't sputter over your vittles, Dan.".