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"No; not a petty squire," says Mona; "and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to any one?","You are in love with a young lady, and you wish to marry her!",Elinor glanced about at the circle of laughing, friendly faces and her eyes shone.,Clank! Clank! Clank!,“You never give my cats a chance,” Billy complained.,"I am making a call on a friend, Dr. Moore, and not a consultation visit to my physician," I said, looking into his face as though I had never seen him before.,There came a little pause. Johnny felt somewhat abashed and scarcely knew what to talk about.,Softly the last note died, and then the player emerged from the grove. He was little and bent. He wore a ragged suit of corduroys and a battered felt hat with a red feather stuck jauntily in its band. His face was small, dark, and unshaven. In one grimy hand he carried a small demijohn. Arriving opposite Caleb, he lifted his battered hat and bowed low as a courtier would do.,"What's your name again?" he said.,"We got——" commenced Maurice, but Billy pinched his leg for silence.,He was a medium sized man, with brown wavy hair and a beard which failed to conceal the glad boyishness of a face that would never quite be old. The eyes he turned upon the woman when she sharply spoke his name were blue and tranquil.,"Hush," said the old woman, raising her hand, "you will be heard. Our son-in-law lives over there. He does not give us anything at all to eat.".