"I want to tell you, Susan Wormbury," continued Squire Moses, addressing himself to "Joel's widow," as he and Ethan usually called her,—"I want to tell you, Susan Wormbury, that I don't believe this boy has been brought up right. You ought to have brought him up to be honest."
"Like his grandfather!" exclaimed Stumpy, sullenly.
"Yes, like your grandfather," added the squire, severely. "No man can say that Moses Wormbury ever stole a cent from anybody."
This remark evidently indicated the boundary line of the squire's homestead.
"Done just the same thing," muttered Stumpy.
"Why, father, Stumpy is a good boy," pleaded Mrs. Wormbury.
"If he takes any of this money, it will be just the same as stealing it," added the squire, projecting the remark savagely at the trembling widow of his lost son.
"Who is going to take any of it?" demanded Stumpy, springing to his feet, with his mouth full of fried fish.
"You! you and Bennington's son are going to divide it between you!"
"Its no such thing," protested Stumpy. "I wish we were, though."