"Nothing to complain of, Mr. Herder."
"Does he never have nozing to complain of?" said the naturalist turning to Winnie.
"He never thinks he has," said Winnie. She had answered the naturalist's quick eye with a quick smile, and then turned on Winthrop a look that spoke of many a thing he must have passed over to make her words good. Mr. Herder's eye followed hers.
"How is everything with you, Mr. Herder?"
"It is well enough," said the naturalist, — "like the common. I do not complain, neizer. I never have found time to complain. Wint'rop, I am come to give you some work."
"What do you want me to do, sir?"
"I do not know," said the naturalist; — "I do not know nozing about what is to be done; but I want you to do something."
"I hope you will give me something more to go to work upon, sir. What is the matter?"
"It is not my matter," said the naturalist; — "I did never get in such a quarrel but one, and I will never again in anozer — it is my brother, or the man who married my sister — his name is Jean Lansing."
"What is the matter with him?"