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"Do you think I stole the money or used it for my own purpose?" asked Philip pointedly. Mr. Pitkin shrugged his shoulders. "Young man," he said, "upon this point I can only say that your story is grossly improbable. It won't hold water." "Permit me to judge of that, Mr. Pitkin," said Mr. Carter. "I wish to ask YOU one question." "To ask ME a question!" said Pitkin, surprised.
"Solomon had a job like this once," said he, "but it was a question of babies. I reckon his decision wouldn't work out with hosses. Gabe, you're gittin' to be quite an old man, ain't you?" "Tollable ole," replied the negro; "yes, suh." "An' if you got this hoss away from Pitkin, what would you do with him?" "Sell him," was the prompt reply. "Oho!
Ruth, I tied up Kitty's leg all right; and I'll dig greens to pay for the glass, Joe. Didn't I fool you good? And say! there's a fierce breeze and my new kite's a buster. Who'll come out and fly her with me?" "I will, Benny!" said Adam, Lemuel, Mary, Ruth, and Joseph. "Don Alonzo! Don Alonzo Pitkin! Where be you?" There was no answer. "Don Alonzo! Deacon Bassett's here, and wishful to see you.
Jellyband?" asked Jimmy Pitkin, in a loyal attempt to divert his host's attention from the circumstances connected with Sally's exit from the room. "Aye! that I be," replied Jellyband, "friends of my Lord Tony hisself.
"That is exactly what happened to me, sir," said Philip, coloring with indignation, for he saw that Mr. Pitkin was doing his best to discredit him. "It quite does credit to your imagination. By the way, boy, have you been in the habit of reading dime novels?" "I never read one in my life, sir." "Then I think you would succeed in writing them.
"I hope I ain't agoin' to git it," said Old Man Curry. "I aim to live so's to miss it." He lapsed into silence, and the straw began to twitch to the slow grinding motion of his lower jaw. A very stupid man might have seen at a glance that Curry did not wish to be disturbed, but for some reason or other Pitkin felt the need of conversation.
Old Gabe made several ineffectual attempts to persuade Pitkin to take the colt back again on any terms, and was laughed at for his pains. "You had your choice, didn't you?" Pitkin would say. "Well, then, you can't blame anybody but yourself. Whose fault is it that I got the good colt and you got the crab? No, Gabe, a bargain's a bargain with me, always.
"Of what are you accusing my boy?" asked Mrs. Pitkin, ready to contend for her favorite. "So that boy has been telling lies about him, has he? and you believe scandalous stories about your own flesh and blood?" "Not exactly that, Lavinia." "Well, your near relation, and that on the testimony of a boy you know nothing about. When Lonny is so devoted to you, too!"
"There must be some mistake," said the visitor. "I saw Mr. Carter on Broadway, near Twentieth Street, day before yesterday." "Quite a mistake, I assure you, Mrs. Vangriff," said Mrs. Pitkin, smiling. "It was some other person. You were deceived by a fancied resemblance." "It is you who are wrong, Mrs. Pitkin," said Mrs. Vangriff, positively. "I am somewhat acquainted with Mr.
"To me he looks like an artful young adventurer," said Mrs. Pitkin vehemently. "Depend upon it, Mr. Pitkin, he will spare no pains to ingratiate himself into Uncle Oliver's favor." It will be seen that Mrs. Pitkin was gifted if it can be called a gift with a very suspicious temperament.
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