They will develop it for you." "I never seen anybody develop anything for another man, leastways a Yankee," said Squire Rawson, reflectively.
Just then Ferdy chipped in.

He was tired of being left out.
"My father'll come down here and show you old mossbacks a thing or two," he laughed.
The old man turned his eyes on him slowly.

Ferdy was not a favorite with him.

For one thing, he played on the piano.

But there were other reasons.
"Who is your father, son ?" The squire drew a long whiff from his pipe.
"Aaron Wickersham of Wickersham & Company, who is setting up the chips for this railroad.