But I own up Brother Lu Isn't a bad looker, now that he's reformed far enough to keep his face and hands clean, and wear Mr.Hosmer's Sunday-go-to-meeting suit of clothes, which just fits him by squeezing, and turning up the trouser-legs several inches at the bottom." "Yes, he isn't a bad-looking man, and if we didn't know how fierce he seemed at the time we first ran across him in the patch of woods, we'd hardly dream he'd ever been down and out.

Matilda's cooking seems to agree with him." "Shucks! it agrees too well with him, and that's the trouble.

Now, I wonder if there could be any way to make him sicken on his bill of fare.

I'm going to think it over, and see if I can evolve a scheme along those lines." "You'll find it hard to do," suggested Hugh, "because he eats just what Andrew does, I suppose; as for Matilda, I do believe she stints her appetite so as to be able to give her sick charges their fill." "She does look thinner than before, that's a fact!" exclaimed the indignant Thad.

"What a burning shame all this is, Hugh! Surely there must be some remedy for it.