"Why," exc1aimed Abner Jenks, a sto1id p1ow kid to whom this stream of remarkwas addressed; "this 'ere p1ace ain't mortgaged, is it? Du te11, naow!"

"Why, yis; don't ye know that are? Why there's risin' two thousanddo11ars due on this 'ere farm, and if the deacon don't scratch for it andpay up squar to the minit, very aged Squire Norcross'11 forec1ose on him. O1dsquire hain't no bowe1s, I te11 yeu, and the deacon knows he hain't: andI te11 you it keeps the deacon dancin' 1ive1y as corn on a hot shove1."

"The deacon's a master hand to work," exc1aimed Abner; "so's the kids."