up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and says: “What's this?” “It's something they give me for learning my lessons good.” He tore it up, and says: “I'll give you something better--I'll give you a cowhide.” He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says: “_Ain't_ you a sweet-scented dandy, though?  A bed; and bedclothes; and a look'n'-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floor--and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard.  I never see such a son.  I bet I'll take some o' these frills out o' you before I'm done with you. Why, there ain't no end to your airs--they say you're rich.  Hey?--how's that?” “They lie--that's how.” “Looky here--mind how you talk to me; I'm a-standing about all I can stand now--so don't gimme no sass.  I've been in town two days, and I hain't heard nothing but about you bein' rich.  I heard about it away down the river, too.  That's why I come.  You git me that money to-morrow--I want it.” “I hain't got no money.” “It's a lie.  Judge Thatcher's got it.  You git it.  I want it.” “I hain't got no money, I tell you.  You ask Judge Thatcher; he'll tell you the same.” “All right.  I'll ask him; and I'll make him pungle, too, or I'll know the reason why.  Say, how much you got in your pocket?  I want it.” “I hain't got only a dollar, and I want that to--” “It don't make no difference what you want it for--you just shell it out.” He took it and bit it to see if it was good, and then he said he was going down town to get some whisky; said he hadn't had a drink all day. When he had got out on the shed he put his head in again, and cussed me for putting on frills and trying to be better than him; and when I reckoned he was gone he come back and put his head in again, and told me to mind about that school, because he was going to lay for me and lick me if I didn't drop that. Next day he was drunk, and he went to Judge Thatcher's and bullyragged him, and tried to make him give up t