“I don’t know,” said Stuyvesant; “Mary made it for me.”
“Who is Mary?” asked Beechnut.
“She is the seamstress,” said Stuyvesant. “She lives at our house in New York.”
“Do you have a seamstress there all the time?” said Beechnut.
“Yes,” said Stuyvesant.
“And her name is Mary,” said Beechnut.
“Yes,” said Stuyvesant.
“Well, I wish she would take it into her head to make me such a frock as that,” said Beechnut.
During this conversation, Beechnut had been busily employed in yoking up the oxen. Stuyvesant looked on, watching the operations carefully, in order to see how the work of yoking up was done. He wished to see whether the process was such that he could learn to yoke up oxen himself; or whether any thing that was required was beyond his strength.
“Can boys yoke up cattle?” said Stuyvesant at length.