" His mother turned, and said: "Monty, you must not mind what
Sylvanus says or anybody else; you must mind what he says."
The boy looked his mother full in the face, and replied in a very
decided tone, "Hi'm blowed hif I do!"
In the forepart of the house, only the ladies were up. The doctor and
the colonel, the captain and the Squire, slept the sleep of tired men
with good consciences, and the wounded dominie was enjoying a beautiful
succession of rose-coloured dreams, culminating in a service, at which a
tall soldierly man in appropriate costume gave away into his hand that
of a very elegant and accomplished lady, saying, as he did so, "Can I do
less for the heroic saver of her uncle's life?" Mr. Terry's appearance,
on entering to salute his daughter, exacted no remark. The lawyer looked
somewhat bucolic, but highly respectable. But poor little Mr. Bangs was
buried in clothing, and tripped on his overflowing trowser legs, as he
vainly strove to put his right hand outside of its coatsleeve, for the
purpose of shaking hands with the company. Mrs. Carmichael took pity on
him, and turned back his cuffs, and, his hands being thus of use to him,
he employed them to do the same with the skirts of his trousers.
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