"He is so reech he put blankets on the floor to walk on, w'at you call carrpitt. Every day he has a white cloth on the table, and a little one to wipe his hands! I have seen it! And silver dishes!" "There is style for you!" said Peter, with a whimsical roll of his eye in Ambrose's direction. "There is moch farming by the river at Fort Enterprise," Poly went on; "and plaintee grain grow.