"Why, you could put Scotland into its waist-coat pocket, and there'd be plenty of room left," said Ebenezer, energetically.
"I admit that, as regards size, Scotland cannot compare with this country."
"Say, have you got mountains as high as them, or trees as high as that?" pointing to a gigantic redwood.
"No; but size is not everything."
"That's so. Vermont is a little State, but she's smart, I tell you. But you haven't told me your names yet."
"I am called Donald Ferguson, Mr. Onthank. My young friend here answers to the name of Thomas Nelson."
"Commonly called Tom," added our hero, smiling.
"Why, I've got a brother Tom," said Mr. Onthank. "Cu'rus, isn't it?"
Considering that Tom is by no means an uncommon name, it could hardly be called very remarkable, but Tom politely assented.
"Is he older than I am?" he inquired.