Fred had gone off into a sort of doze, so he bore the inspection well, but Sam was only pretending to sleep, and when he peeped up at the old face that looked down on his with kindly interest and curiosity, he found it difficult to check a smile. Having looked at them well, and touched everything belonging to them, to see what it could be made of, the old woman moved quietly towards the door.

The behaviour of the other boys depends so much on you." "Yes, I know," said Sam; "and I don't mind it so much now I see you can stand up for yourself." "Besides, what would it be if I had to write to your father that I could not manage such a bear-garden?" "I'll take care that sha'n't happen," exclaimed Sam. "It would hinder all the good to Mamma!

"Just what I say," broke in Sam. "Tom has got some curves that are bound to fool them." In order to make time, Tom had put on nearly all the speed of which the car was capable, and in a short while they came in sight of the Sanderson farm. Mr. Sanderson was at work in an apple orchard near by, and waved his hand to them as the machine drew up to the horse-block.

"Yes," said Sam; "the brand shows who owns the mule, and the tattooing shows a man belongs to his country." "And if he's shipwrecked and hasn't any picture-books or newspapers with him, he can find all he wants on his own skin," said Cleary. "Joke as you please, I think it's a patriotic custom." "Why don't you get tattooed then?" asked Cleary.

He was the older man, the practical man, with a proven ability to make money out of real estate; but old V.V., though talking like an anarchist of late, was admitted to have a verbal dexterity at debate. Argument was forced upon Sam, as it were. He demanded authority for calling these people corrupting; desired to know if V.V. knew any of 'em personally.

'Tis a blazing great business that he belongs to, so I've heard his mother say like a king's palace, as far as diments go." "I can well mind when he left home," said Sam. "'Tis a good thing for the feller," said Humphrey. "A sight of times better to be selling diments than nobbling about here." "It must cost a good few shillings to deal at such a place."

"And there are so many troubles about wills when the lawyers get hold of 'em, and often just about a word or two." "Quite true, Sam," said Frank seriously. "You see, there's a nice bit of money I've saved up, sir over fifty pound and I shouldn't rest easy if it all went in law through the will being made hasty like. P'r'aps it would be better if we stopped till we got to the tents.

Captain Sam had mentioned to him, more than once, the probability of his daughter's falling in love and marrying some time or other, but they both had treated the idea as vague and far off, almost as a joke. And now it was no longer far off, the falling in love at least. And as for its being a joke Jed shuddered at the thought.

Frank, will you show Sam Rivers and John Haynes how to hold their hands?" "You needn't trouble yourself," said John haughtily, but in too low a voice, as he supposed, for Mr. Morton to hear. "I don't want a clodhopper to teach me." Frank's face flushed slightly, and without a word he passed John and occupied himself with showing Sam Rivers, who proved more tractable.

"Forgive me for not thinking of your being tired, mother," and he bent over and pressed his lips upon the cheek of the sick woman. "But don't talk any more. Wait till to-morrow." In the afternoon Frank had a call from Sam Pomeroy. "The club is to play to-morrow afternoon against a picked nine, Frank," he said. "Will you be there?" "I can't, Sam," he answered.