"Yes," said the Anakim, who is New Hampshire born; "but you
ought to see the New Hampshire sheep, if you want the real
article."

"I don't," I responded. "I only want the picture."

"Ever notice the difference between Vermont and New Hampshire
sheep?" struck up Halicarnassus, who must always put in his
oar.

"No," I said, "and I don't believe there is any."

"Pooh! Tell New Hampshire sheep as far off as you can see
'em," he persisted, "by their short legs and long noses. Short
legs to bring 'em near the grass, and long noses to poke under
the rocks and get it."

"Yes, my boy, yes," said the Anakim pleasantly. "I O U 1"

"He hath made everything beautiful in his time," murmured
Grande, partly because, gazing at the distant prospect, she
thought so, and partly as a praiseworthy attempt, in her turn,
to pluck us out of the slough into which we had fallen.

"I have heard," said Halicarnassus, who is always lugging in
little scraps of information apropos to everything,--"I have
been told that Dr. Alexander was so great an admirer of the
Proverbs of Solomon, that he used to read them over every three
months."