"And not only girls, but fellers, too.

Don't know when I've seen so many young fellers in here.

Who's that young squirt Mary-'Gusta's waitin' on now?
The one with the whittled-in back to his overcoat.

Say, Solomon in all his glory wasn't arrayed like one of him! Must be some city feller, eh?
Nobody I know." Zoeth looked at his niece and her customer.
"Humph!" he said.

"Guess you ain't rubbed your glasses lately, Shadrach.
That's Dan Higgins." Mr.Higgins it was, home for a few days' relaxation from the fatigues of coffin selling, and garbed as usual in city clothes the splendor of which, as Captain Shad said afterwards, "would have given a blind man eyestrain." Daniel's arms were filled with purchases and he and Mary were standing beside the table where the toys and games were displayed.
Mary was gazing at the toys; Mr.Higgins was--not.
The partners regarded the pair for a moment.