Caroline had already gone home, so Aunt Mercy had nothing cheery but her plants and her snuff; for she had lately contracted the habit of snuff-taking but very privately.
"Train her well, Locke; she is skittish," said grand'ther as we got into the chaise to go home.
"Grand'ther, if I am ever rich enough to own a peaked-roof pig-sty, will you come and see me ?" "Away with you." And he went nimbly back to the house, chafing his little hands..