“Thrue for you,” said Pat, “an’ it’s mesilf would like to do the good turn for him. He’ll have frinds to the fore in Ogleport, or I’m mishtaken.”
“’Deed he will,” said Puff, very emphatically, for him, “and I’ll teach him all there is to learn about boatin’ and fishin’ in these parts.”
“It’s yersilf knows it all thin,” said Pat, and he went back to his grist with a muttered:
“Wondher ave Zeb Fuller and the b’yes know about that same.”
CHAPTER XVII
SKANIGO LAKE
A little more than a mile from the outermost homes of Ogleport, in a direct line, lay Skanigo Lake.
A beautiful sparkling sheet of water was Skanigo, and it always mixed itself up, somehow, with Puff Evans’s ideas of Paradise; but the Rev. Dr. Solomon Dryer could never forget his great attempt, one December “examination day,” to obtain a physical description of it from Zebedee Fuller.
Not, however, because his questions were not fully and accurately answered, somewhat as follows: