"There," he said, "you look like a man in them clo'es, Parson. Excuse my bein' so free; but I allers did think that the parsons' clo'es had a good deal to do with fellers despisin' 'em's they do. They allers call 'em 'Tender-feet.'" "Tender-feet!" exclaimed Mr. March; "what does that mean, Billy?" Billy did not answer immediately. He was puzzled to think of any definition of "Tender-feet." "Well," he said at last, "don'no' as I can say exactly what it does mean; but 'tain't because I don't know. Any feller that's over-particular about his clo'es, 'n' his way o' livin', 'n' can't rough it like the generality o' folks in Colorado, gets called a 'Tender-foot'! Lord, I'd rather be called a thief, any day!" Mr. March laughed heartily. "I see! I see!" he said. "Well now, Billy, you don't think there'd be any danger of my ever being called a 'Tender-foot' do you?" "Not a bit of it, Parson," said Billy, emphatically, "when a feller came to live with yer; but to see yer jest a walkin' round in them black clo'es o' yourn, you'd get took for one. Yer would: that's a fact. I should take yer for one myself. Yer may's well give that suit up, oncet for all, Parson, for this country, I tell ye," added Billy, thinking he would make sure that the danger did not occur again. "Thet is," he continued, "except Sundays. I don't suppose 'twould do ye any harm to be seen in it Sundays, or to a dance." "I don't go to dances, Billy," said Mr. March; "perhaps I'll give the suit away: that'll save all trouble." As they left the hotel, they saw Rob and Nelly walking hand in hand up the steep road down which they had come the night before, entering the village. "Where can the children be going?" said Mr. March. "Rob! Nelly!" he called. They both turned and said: "What, papa?" but did not come towards him. "Where are you going?" he said. "Oh, only a little way up this road," replied Rob. "Don't you want to come with me?" said Mr. March. The children hesitated. "Do you want us, papa?" said Nelly. "Why, no, certainly not," replied Mr. March, "unless you want to come. I thought you would like to see the town: that's all." "We'd rather go up on the hill, papa," said Rob. "Mamma said we might, if we wouldn't go out of sight of the hotel. Good-by!" "Good-by, papa!" called Nelly. And they both trudged off with a most business-like air. Long Billy laughed.