“Abner, you jest shut up, or I'll take a stick to you! You needn't make him any more homesick than he is. Just try ef you can't amuse him.”
“Say, Sam, I guess we'll have a stavin' time together,” said Abner, really pleased to have a companion. “What'll we do? Want to play leapfrog?”
“I don't feel like playing,” answered Herbert, despondently.
“We might go fishin',” suggested Abner. “There's a pond only a quarter of a mile from here.”
“I don't know how to fish,” said Herbert.
“Don't know how to fish? What do you know how to do?”
“We don't have any chance in New York.”
“Say,” exclaimed Abner, with sudden interest, “is New York a nice place?”
“I wish I was back there. I never shall be happy anywhere's else.”
“Tell me what you fellows do there. I dunno but I'd like to go myself.”