"Corry beat ye, did he?" said Vosh as he turned the rabbits over. Something in the tone of that remark seemed to add, "Of course he did;" and Port replied to it,—
"Well, he's used to it. I never fired a gun before in all my life."
That was a frank confession, and a very good one to make; for the deacon exclaimed,—
"You never did! I declare! then you've done tip-top. You'll make a marksman one of these days."
"I hit two of my rabbits on the full run, anyhow."
"How about the deer?" said Vosh with a sly look. "Did you hit him on the run?"
"When you meet him," said Corry, "you can just ask him. He's the only fellow that knows: I don't."
"Like as not he doesn't either."
"Vosh," said Mrs. Farnham, "tell your mother to come over with you after tea, and spend the evening."
"She'll come: I know she will. I'll finish my chores early."