“And has my brother Stuyvesant come too?” asked Malleville.
“I suppose so,” said Beechnut, “there was a boy with him, about as large as Phonny, but I did not hear what his name was.”
“Oh, it is he! it is he!” said Malleville, clapping her hands.
Phonny and Malleville mounted upon the top of the load as soon as Beechnut got it ready, and rode home. They ran into the house, while Beechnut went to unload his wood. Just as Beechnut was ready to go out of the yard again with his empty cart, Phonny came out.
“Cousin Wallace has really come,” said Phonny.
“Ah!” said Beechnut, “and what does he have to say?”
“Why, he says,” replied Phonny, “that he is going to make a man of me.”
“Is he?” said Beechnut. “Well, I hope he will take proper time for it. I have no great opinion of the plan of making men out of boys before their time.”
So saying, Beechnut drove away, and Phonny went in.