“I'll tell you some time; my sister had one give to her,” he said, as he started down the river.
“I want you to stay all night with us!” I called. But I could hear only the sound of his feet on the gravel as they hurried away.
ADVENTURE III.—BEING THAT OF THE BUNGWOOD COW
HAT week my clerkship began with Mr. Weatherby. To my great disappointment “the Pearl of great price” had left the village of Mill Pond, having gone nobody knew where.
It was my duty to sweep the floor and clean the windows, pump the kerosene, draw the West India molasses, and, when not otherwise employed, to sell tea, candy, and tobacco. The kerosene department took most of my time.