“There’s me, sir, Bevel, — father gave us names out of the carpenter’s trade, — and Plane and Dove; — Dovetail was his name; but we took off the tail. And then there’s the two girls. Five, sir, besides mother.”
“Are the girls named out of the carpenter’s trade, too?”
“No, sir. Mary and Jelling is their names.”
“And you want to make a little money to help them?”
“If mother wasn’t sick and the children wasn’t hungry, I should stick to my trade,” replied Bevel, with an independent air. “I can handle tools already pretty well, for a boy. But times is dull, and ’prentices can’t make money; so last night, Mrs. Sassiger —”
“I’be aggquainded with her,” says Mr. Moses. “She zells the faddest durkeys in the Washington Market.”
“That’s her,” rejoins Doak. “Well, Mrs. Sassiger showed mother the advertisement of ‘Boy Wanted’; and says Mrs. Sassiger, ‘Mrs. Doak, my eyes was drawed to that Wanted.’ ‘How?’ says mother. ‘By the name, Brightly,’ says Mrs. Sassiger. ‘A wide-awake kind of a name,’ says mother. ‘What you state is correct,’ says Mrs. Sassiger; ‘but it’s suthin’ else that drawed my eyes to that name. Do you remember the day Mr. Doak was fell on?’ Mother, bein’ weakly, couldn’t speak for crying, so says I, ‘Yes, Mrs. Sassiger, she does remember it, and will remember it so long
