HAPPY DAYS.
When Morton came home that night, it was with more of the air Madame
Grandet had so graphically described than usual, for he bore two braces
of birds, which he exultantly dropped, with a silver dollar, into Sara's
lap.
"Why, what is this?" she asked, surprised at the money.
"It's mine," was the proud reply. "Mr. Glendenning gave it to me. He
said I had earned it, as well as the game, for I had done all the hard
work in bagging the birds; and O Sara, but he's a fine shot! Uncle Adam
is that fond of him he's been trying to get him to stay all summer. He
says he's a _man_, if he does wear short pants!"
Sara laughed.
"Two braces of birds, a dollar, and some new friends, how rich we are,
Morton! You shall have a supper fit for a king, now, and I, one good
enough for a princess!" with a meaning smile over her inner thought.
"Won't we? Make it a roast, Sara, with lots of gravy and stuffing, the
way they do at Mrs. Norris's; and oh! I 'most forgot, when we came by
Miss Zeba's, the pretty lady came out and said, 'Tell your sweet sister
we will make her a morning call to-morrow, if she do please'--them's her
very words."
"'Those are,' you mean. Do try, my boy, to speak correctly, at least. I
begin to think people are judged more by the way they speak than the way
they dress, among intelligent people, so be careful.
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