He has made them bring an anvil and hammer to his bedside, and whenever he happens to be sleeping badly--and that's pretty often--he bangs on the anvil until the last one of his relations has got up and come in; then, maybe he'll set 'em all to work mending his fishing tackle--right in the dead of night." "Are they all there still ?" asked Hiram.

"The Thomases, the Wilsons, the Frisbies, and the two Cantwell old maids ?" "Everyone--except Miss Frisbie.

She's gone back home to Rushville, but she's sending her sister on to take her place to-morrow.

I saw Dory Hargrave in the street a while ago.

You know his mother was a first cousin of old John's.