"Yes, that's the old meeting-house. I hate to go there. The minister's an old fogy."
"What is that I see through the trees? Is it a river?"
"No, it's a pond."
"Do you ever go out on it?"
"Not very often. I tried to get the old man to buy me a boat, but he wouldn't do it. He's too stingy."
"I wouldn't talk so about your father."
"Why not?"
"Because he is entitled to your respect."
"I don't know about that. If he'd treat me as he ought to, I'd treat him accordingly. He never gives me a cent if he can help it. Now how much do you think he allows me a week for spending money?"
"I can't tell."