“I will do all I can to give them satisfaction,” said Philip modestly.
“Oh, you will! there’s no doubt about that. How much did you pay for your fiddle?”
“I believe it cost twenty-five dollars. My father gave it to me.”
“Sho! I didn’t think fiddles cost so much.”
“Some cost a great deal more.”
“Seems a good deal to lay out, but you’ll get your money back, if you can get enough to do.”
“I hope so.”
“Well, you must excuse me now. I’ve got to slick up, and go after Mary Ann Temple. She’d have been awfully disappointed if we’d had to give it up.”
“Is she fond of dancing?”
“You’d better believe she is. Why, that girl could dance for four hours stiddy—without wiltin’!”