"Here you are; and look here, Eddy, I want you to do something for me."
"Aw!"
"Do you know Florry Bullin?"
"She's my sweetheart," replied Eddy; "I'm going to marry her when I grow up."
Better and better, thought Sarkies. "Well, look here, Eddy: Lizzie is my sweetheart, and I want to marry her."
"Then you are not going to marry Aunty Halsa? But she wouldn't marry you; she is going to marry Mr. Galbraith."
"What!" Sarkies pulled the reins in and stopped the horse.
"Yes. What'er you stopping for?"--chick, slish--and Eddy used the whip with all his little might.
"Are you sure of this?" asked Sarkies, as they moved on.
"Yes; paw said he'd lick me if I spoke about it."