"Wot is it yer don't know wot ter do? "
"I don't know how to find my uncle Robert. Crippy an' me come down to see him, an' now we can't find his house."
" Do you call him Crippy?" asked the boy, as he nodded towards the goose.
"Ves, he's Crippy Hardy. Mother was goin' to kill him for dinner to- morrer, so we come down here to get uncle Robert to go up an' see about it."
" How far have you come? "
" Seven miles."
" Did you walk? "
" Every step."
" Well," said the boy, as he looked at Crippy in a critical way, "it seems to me that's a mighty mean kind of a goose ter walk so far fur. He hain't handsome no ways, an' I think he'd look a good deal better on ther table roasted, than he does out here on ther street."
Up to that moment Dan had been disposed to trust this boy who was so friendly; but when he spoke so slightingly of Crippy, he was disappointed in him.