"You needn't claim relationship with me," said Fitzgerald, scornfully; "I haven't any low relations."
"That's so," said Abner, emphatically; "but I aint sure whether I can say that for myself."
"Do you mean to insult me?"
"How can I? I was talkin' of my relations. You say you aint one of 'em."
"I am not."
"Then you needn't go for to put on the coat. But you're out of your reckoning, I guess. I remember your mother very well. She was Susan Baker."
"Is that true, Fitz?"
"Ye—es," answered Fitz, reluctantly.
"I told you so," said the pedler, triumphantly.
"Perhaps he is your cousin, after all," said Henry Fairbanks.