“I am sorry to say that I think you are wrong,” replied Boston, coolly stroking his beard. “There ain’t another man in the five provinces that would do for you what I’ve done, time and again.”
“I am sorry I said that, Boston,” said Theresa, relenting quickly. “I know you are faithful and true, but you ought to remember. Was my father very angry?”
“Very particularly angry,” replied Boston. “Looked as if he wanted to eat all the tribe of Yankees, beginning with me.”
“Was he angry at me?”
“I calculate he was. I don’t want no one to be angrier with me, I guess. He was awful mad.”
“Then you had better go away. But first open your pack and let me get what I need. We have waited a long time for you.”
“That’s because you can trust me. You know that, though I will beat Dutch men sometimes, I never try to beat women.”
“What a twister,” cried Katrine.
“Now don’t you put in at all, Katrine. I won’t have it. Let me trade with Miss Theresa in my own way. You know I won’t try to cheat her.”
“But you do some women.”