"The owner?"
"Yes; Squire Sylvester. He is very particular about anything he owns."
"Oh, I didn't know the thing had an owner," said Dave, laughing. "It seems to lie there in the stream doing nothing. The boys didn't say anything about an owner."
"Squire Sylvester is very particular," asserted Uncle Ferguson. "He got his property hard, and looks after it."
"Yes, he is very pertickerler," added Aunt Nancy.
"Well, we will see him by all means. We boys--"
"Didn't think; that is it, David. Now, when I was a boy we always asked about things," said Uncle Ferguson.
"Well, husband, boys is boys, in them days and these days. I remember your mother used to say her five boys used to cut up and--"
"Well," replied Uncle Ferguson, rising from the table, "this won't feed the cows; and I must be a-goin'. I would see Sylvester, David."
"All right, uncle."