"I tied it up in three knots, I know I did; and now where is it?"
"Where is what?" asked his mother.
"Why, my little gold dollar. Grandpa gave it to me this morning. You never saw any thing so cunning!"
"Are you sure you tied it hard?"
"Why, yes, indeed! I tied it so hard I had to hop up and down to get my breath! Three knots too!"
Dr. Gray looked up, and asked,—
"You haven't been with any bad boys, my son?"
Preston had forgotten the swimming, for the moment, and said,—
"O, no, sir; Eddie Potter and Jack Snow and those."