"Got any crackers?"
"Yes," wondering what Dave meant.
"Nice and fresh?"
"I guess so."
"I'll take three or four."
"That will be a penny's worth."
When Dave had the crackers in his hand he said, raising his shaggy brows in a careless manner,—
"Oh! you needn't be so perticelar."
Then he took a seat beside Father Terry, and munched crackers and cheese. "Cool enough," thought Joe.
Old Mrs. Skittles came next. She was very deaf, and talked in a high, shrill key, as if she thought all the world in the same affliction.