? ? ? ? "Too bad, too bad he couldn't a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, but that ain't only a part of it. I'm going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives."
? ? ? ? "It's a pretty long journey. But it'll be lovely; I wisht I was agoing. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?"
? ? ? ? "Mary Jane's nineteen, Susan's fifteen, and Joanna's about fourteen- that's the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip."
? ? ? ? "Poor things! to be left alone in the cold world so."
? ? ? ? "Well, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain't going to let them come to no harm. There's Hobson, the Babtis' preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and- well, there's a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey'll know where to look for friends when he gets here.
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