"He's got the tenderest little heart in the world.

When he found his ma felt bad he bust out cryin' and said he'd scrape it all off again and when it come prayer time he'd tell God who did it, so He'd know 'twa'n't mother that wasted the nice butter.

What do you think of that ?" "No use talkin', Hiram," said the depot master, "that's the kind of boy to have." "You bet you! Hello! here's the train.

On time, for a wonder.

See you later, Sol.