Slowly he would rather not trouble the grandfather at his age to go to the town to sell his produce; Tenney started going alone with the puppy accompanying him to the town which wasn’t that far away. You could go in the morning and can come back by dusk. Tenney grew up to be a smart, handsome, and good at heart young boy of twelve soon to be thirteen.
“The boy is good at everything,” says his grandmother to everyone.
“He is a good influence on the village brats.” said a prominent lady figure while they were having their weekend tea-party at Tenney’s home. His grandmother loved these little parties where they gossiped about the moral decrease of younger women and exchanged recipes.
“Must be the manners of the town he was raised in,” said another woman with a flowery hat.
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