My name is Ferdinand."
"You don't say so!" ejaculated the old lady. "Why, I'd never 'ave
thought it. I aint seen you since you was a little boy."
"This don't look as if I was a little boy, aunt," said the young man,
touching his luxuriant whiskers.
"How time passes, I do declare!" said Deborah. "Well, come in, and
we'll talk over old times. Where did you come from?"
"From the city of New York. That's where I've been living for some
time."
"You don't say! Well, what brings you this way?"
"To see you, Aunt Deborah. It's so long since I've seen you that I
thought I'd like to come."
"I'm glad to see you, Ferdinand," said the old lady, flattered by
such a degree of dutiful attention from a fine-looking young man.
"So your poor father's dead?"
"Yes, aunt, he's been dead three years."
"I suppose he didn't leave much. He wasn't very forehanded."
"No, aunt; he left next to nothing."
"Well, it didn't matter much, seein' as you was the only child, and
big enough to take care of yourself."
"Still, aunt, it would have been comfortable if he had left me a few
thousand dollars."
"Aint you doin' well? You look as if you was," said Deborah,
surveying critically her nephew's good clothes.
"Well, I've been earning a fair salary, but it's very expensive
living in a great city like New York."
"Humph! that's accordin' as you manage.
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