Ah, it is Catherwood--G.

Field Catherwood.

He parts his name, like his hair, in the middle.

He is quite a dude in his dress, but when you come to know him pretty well he isn't such a bad sort of fellow." "How is it _you_ know so much about him ?" asked Tom in surprise.
"He has stopped here a good many times when out riding with the ladies.
He's fond of mother's buttermilk." "I thought his kind preferred sweet milk," Tom could not help remarking, with a laugh; "but I must not judge him too harshly.

We all have our peculiarities, and he is not likely to fancy me any more than I do him." Tom returned to his work refreshed and renewed in strength and spirits.
The year passed pleasantly.