However, I suppose he'll fetch up again in his learning, when he gets home.

He has behaved pretty fair on the whole, as boys go.
He will make a smart man, I've no doubt, though he don't seem to take much to farming.
"We hope to have you, and your wife and children, come and pay us a visit this coming summer,--say in raspberry time, which will be just after haying." "There," said the farmer, "now fold it up, and write my brother's name on the back, and to-morrow morning I'll look it over, and sign my name to it." Jonas accordingly folded the letter up, and wrote upon the back, _Joseph Jones, Esq., Bristol._ When it was done, he laid it on the table.
Amos came and took it up.

"Jonas," said he, "I wish I could write as well as that." The farmer had a daughter whose name was Isabella.

She was about eighteen years old.

She was at this time spinning in a corner of the room, near a window.