"No; I'm only eighteen."
"You're as big as a man."
"Yes, I'm pooty big," said Abner, with a complacent grin. "I can do a man's work."
"I should think you might. I thought you were more than four years older than me. I'm fourteen."
"I guess I weigh twice as much as you."
"I'm not small of my age," said Tony, jealously.
"Maybe not. I'm a regular bouncer. That's what dad says. Why, I'm half as big again as he is."
"Does he ever lick you?" asked Tony, smiling.
"I'd like to see him try it," said Abner, bursting into a roar of laughter. "He'd have to get upon a milkin' stool. Does your dad lick you?"
"No," answered Tony, shortly.