"Yes, ma'am, and I am very much obliged to my father for letting me," said Frank, taking the Squire's hand.
"Well, but, Frank," continued Mrs. Hazeldean, "I think you heard that the Leslies were very poor."
Frank.—"Eh, mother?"
Mrs. Hazeldean.—"And would you run the chance of wounding the pride of a gentleman, as well born as yourself, by affecting any show of being richer than he is?"
Squire, with great admiration.—"Harry, I'd give £10 to have said that!"
Frank, leaving the Squire's hand to take his mother's.—"You're quite right, mother—nothing could be more snobbish!"
Squire.—"Give us your fist too, sir; you'll be a chip of the old block, after all."
Frank smiled, and walked off to his pony.
Mrs. Hazeldean to Miss Jemima.—"Is that the note you were to write for me?"