"Sho! So your mother married again. How long are you going to stay on the other side?"
"Only three or four months, I think."
"Do you know how much they ask for board in Paris?" asked Jonathan, with considerable interest.
"No, Mr. Tarbox, I have no idea. I suppose it's according to what kind of rooms and board you take."
"Wal, you see, Mr.—what did you say your name was?"
"Hunter."
"I once knowed a Hunter—I think he was took up for stealing."
"I don't think he was any relation of mine, Mr. Tarbox."
"Likely not. What was I a-goin' to say? Oh, Mr. Hunter, I ain't very particular about my fodder. I don't mind havin' baked beans half the time—pork and beans—and you know them are cheap."
"So I've heard."