? ? ? ? "It doesn't seem to have done you much good, as I can see."
? ? ? ? "Oh, well, I am satisfied. Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Rodney Ropes of New York."
? ? ? ? "Glad to meet you," said Hector with a jerk of the head.
? ? ? ? "Rodney, won't you sit inside? I want to sit outide with Hector."
? ? ? ? "All right, Mr. Pettigrew."
? ? ? ? "Who is that boy?" asked Hector with characteristic Yankee curiosity, as he seized the lines and started the horses.
? ? ? ? "A rich young fellow from New York. I got acquainted with him there."
? ? ? ? "Rich is he?" Jefferson Pettigrew nodded.
? ? ? ? "How rich do you think?"
? ? ? ? "Shouldn't wonder if he might be worth a hundred thousand."
? ? ? ? "You don't say! Why, he beat Squire Sheldon."
? ? ? ? "Oh, yes, Squire Sheldon wouldn't be considered rich in New York."
? ? ? ? "How did he get his money?"
? ? ? ? "His father left him a fortune."
? ? ? ? "Is that so? I wish my father had left me a fortune.
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