"Kinder offish, ain't he?" said Mr. Tarbox, addressing Frank.
"He seems a little so," said Frank; "but I hope, Mr. Tarbox, you won't think I am unwilling to be in your company."
"No, I don't," said the Yankee, cordially. "You ain't a bit stuck up. I'd like to let that chap know that I'm as good as he is, if he does call himself colonel."
"No doubt of it."
"And if I can only make my plow go, I'll be rich some day."
"I hope you will, Mr. Tarbox."
"So do I. Do you know what I'll do then?"
"What?"
"You see, there's a gal in our town; her name is Sally Sprague, and she's about the nicest gal I ever sot eyes on. Ef things goes well with me, that gal will have a chance to be Mrs. Tarbox," said Jonathan, energetically.
"I hope she will," said Frank, in amused sympathy.