Silas knew the boy very well; little Ben whittle, the son of his friend, who worked on a farm three miles in the country, and who came to town occasionally after dark to see Silas, who treated him well, but always returning in time to be called in the morning; for his employer was a rough man, and very savage to his horses and cattle and boys.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
"I like you," Mr. whittle said finally, without moving his aim from Dorris's face.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
The late Mrs. whittle believed him to be a great man.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe