Vermont, and live 'long with mother. She'd make you so comfortable, and
there would be sister Debby and Nab, and well, I reckon I'd be there, too.

Mary Oh! I'm afraid if I were there your mother would find the
poor English girl a sad incumbrance.

Asa Oh, she ain't proud, not a mite, besides they've all seen
Britishers afore.

Mary I suppose you allude to my cousin, Edward Trenchard?

Asa Well, he wan't the only one, there was the old Squire, Mark Trenchard.

Mary [Starting Aside.] My grandfather!

Asa Oh! he was a fine old hoss, as game as a bison bull,
and as gray as a coon in the fall; you see he was kinder mad
with his folks here, so he came over to America to look after
the original branch of the family, that's our branch.
We're older than the Trenchard's on this side of the water.
Yes we've got the start of the heap.

Mary Tell me, Mr. Trenchard, did he never receive any letters
from his daughter?

Asa Oh yes, lots of them, but the old cuss never read them, though.
He chucked them in the fire as soon as he made out who they come from.

Mary [Aside.] My poor mother.