Where will I sit--here?
And now what kind of a time did you have, and who were with you ?" "Clayton, Doctor Teackle, and the judge." "And how many ducks did you get ?" and he dropped into his chair.
"Twenty-one," answered St.George, dry-washing his white shapely hands, as he took his seat--a habit of his when greatly pleased.
"All canvas-backs ?" "No--five redheads and a mallard." "Where did you put up ?" echoed Harry, loosening his riding-jacket to give his knife and fork freer play.
"I spent a week at Tom Coston's and a week at Craddock.

Another lump of sugar, Todd." The boy laughed gently: "Lazy Tom's ?" "Lazy Tom's--and the best-hearted fellow in the world.

They're going to make him a judge, they say and--" "-- What of--peach brandy?
No cream in mine, Todd." "No--you scurrilous dog--of the Common Court," retorted St.George, looking at him over the top of his cup.

"Very good lawyer is Tom--got horse sense and can speak the truth--make a very good judge." Again Harry laughed--rather a forced laugh this time, as if he were trying to make himself agreeable but with so anxious a ring through it that Todd busied himself about the table before going below for fresh supplies, making excuse of collecting the used dishes.

If there were to be any revelations concerning the situation at the Seymour house, he did not intend to miss any part of them.
"Better put Mrs.Coston on the bench and set Tom to rocking the cradle," said the young man, reaching for the plate of corn pone.