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"Well, I know I'm a tin-pedler, but that don't change my bein' your cousin." "I wish my father was here to expose your falsehood." "Hold on there!" said Abner. "You're goin' a leetle too far. I don't let no man, nor boy neither, charge me with lyin', if he is my cousin, I don't stand that, nohow."
He had fancied that it would sound well to put "Secretary of the Clionian Society" after his name, and would give him increased consequence at home. As to the tin-pedler, it would have relieved his mind to hear that Mr. Bickford had been carried off suddenly by an apoplectic fit, and notwithstanding the tie of kindred, he would not have taken the trouble to put on mourning in his honor.
But as to Harry Walton, he's a fine fellow, and he has an excellent handwriting, and I was very glad to vote for him." Fitzgerald walked away, not a little disgusted, as well at the allusion to the tin-pedler, as at the success of Harry Walton in obtaining an office to which he had himself secretly aspired.
You have only to make the most distant allusion to a tin-pedler in his hearing, and he will become furious." "Then I will be careful." "Oh, it won't do any harm. The fact was, the boy was getting too overbearing, and putting on altogether too many airs. The lesson will do him good, or ought to." Here the Society was called to order, and Oscar and Harry took their seats.
"Poor Fitz!" said Oscar, when on their way home Maud gave an account of their conversation, "I am afraid he will murder the tin-pedler some time, to get rid of such an odious relationship." The vacation was over all too soon, yet, brief as it was, Harry looked back upon it with great satisfaction.
He walked off sullenly, deeply mortified and humiliated, and for weeks afterward nothing would more surely throw him into a rage than any allusion to his cousin the tin-pedler. One good effect, however, followed. He did not venture to allude to the social position of his family in presence of his school-mates, and found it politic to lay aside some of his airs of superiority.
"He had a visit from a poor relation the other day a tin-pedler and it gave such a shock to his sensitive system that he hasn't recovered from it yet." "I didn't imagine Mr. Fletcher had such a plebeian relative," said Harry. "Nor did any of us. The interview was rich. It amused us all, but what was sport to us was death to poor Fitz.
As long as they don't intrude themselves upon his greatness, I suppose he is satisfied." "And as long as no one suspects that he has any connection with such plebeians." "Of course." "What sort of a man is this tin-pedler, Tom?" asked Oscar. "He's a pretty sharp fellow not educated, or polished, you know, but he seems to have some sensible ideas.
I have never known a more truly romantic figure than a certain tin-pedler in Connecticut who, in response to the question, "Do you do a good business?" made this perfectly Stevensonian reply: "Well, I make a living selling crockery and tinware, but my business is the propagation of truth." This wandering idealist may serve to remind us again of the difference between romance and romanticism.
"By the way, Maud," said Oscar, "did I ever tell you how Fletcher's pride was mortified at school by our discovering his relationship to a tin-pedler?" "No, tell me about it." The story, already familiar to the reader, was graphically told by Oscar, and served to amuse his sister. "He deserved the mortification," she said. "I shall remember it if he shows any of his arrogance at the party."
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