“Does he? I didn’t know that.”
“Yes, he owns what is in that pen.”
“Though not the pig, or the two pigs, I should say; counting in that precious nephew of Baggs’. Ha–ha!”
“That selling, or giving, will give my uncle a bad name.”
“I see, I see, for it will come out and every body know it, sooner or later, of course.”
“As for the liquor business itself, I won’t have anything to do with it.”
“You are right, I know; and I want to do the right thing myself. I mean to do right, and I have just promised my sister I would try again.”
“Ask God to help you,” said Walter in a hearty, boy–fashion.
“Well, yes, I suppose I ought. But here we are ashore, and sooner than I thought for.”
The boat was in a little sand–cove where, affected by the Crescent, the roll of the surf was very gentle.