"When he was a boy, he used to work in grandfather's store up to Hampton; but he got sort of discontented and went to Boston.

Did you ever hear him tell of his cousin Roxanna?
That's my mother." "I see that you mean to insult me, fellow," said Fitz, pale with passion.

"I don't know what your object is, in pretending that I am your relation.

If you want any pecuniary help--" "Hear the boy talk!" said the pedler, bursting into a horse laugh.
"Abner Bickford don't want no pecuniary help, as you call it.

My tin-cart'll keep me, I guess." "You needn't claim relationship with me," said Fitzgerald, scornfully; "I haven't any low relations." "That's so," said Abner, emphatically; "but I aint sure whether I can say that for myself." "Do you mean to insult me ?" "How can I?
I was talkin' of my relations.