Ho! ho! he's the cutest little shaver!" "Speakin' of automobiles," began Bailey Stitt for the third time.
"That youngster of yours, Hiram," went on the depot master, "is the right kind.

Compared with some of the summer young ones that strike this depot, he's a saint." Captain Hiram grinned.

"That's what I tell Sophrony," he said.
"Sometimes when Dusenberry gets to cuttin' up and she is sort of provoked, I say to her, 'Old lady,' I say, 'if you think THAT'S a naughty boy, you ought to have seen Archibald.'" "Who was Archibald ?" asked Barzilla.
"He was a young rip that Sim Phinney and I run across four years ago when we went on our New York cruise together.

The weir business had been pretty good and Sim had been teasin' me to go on a vacation with him, so I went.

Sim ain't stopped talkin' about our experiences yet.