The dude stepped into the carriage, dropped into the seat facing the ladies, and devoted himself to gnawing the head of his cane and making bright remarks to them.
"Well, who in the name of the seven wonders can he be ?" mused Tom, walking briskly homeward.

"He must be some relative of the Warmores; but they ought to be ashamed of such a specimen as that.

He was the laughing-stock of the boat.

I was forming quite an exalted opinion of Miss Jennie; but if she fancies that sort of thing, my respect for her has gone down to zero." When Tom stepped upon the porch of Farmer Pitcairn's home, and shook hands with him, and received a motherly kiss from his good wife, he went inside, and, sitting down to their evening meal, asked Mr.Pitcairn whether he had noticed the young man riding in the Warmore carriage with the mother and daughter.
"Yes; I've seen him before.

He is a son of an old friend of the family.
I've an idee that he and Miss Warmore are intended for each other." "Do you know his name ?" "Yes--let me see.