"
"You are right. I accept the rebuke. While I am interested, it
really is none of my business," answered the lad with a smile.
"Where are you going?"
"You told me to go out on one of the country routes."
"Oh! What route are you going on, if I may ask?"
"I had thought of going with Mr. Conley."
"You will do nothing of the sort. You will go where I tell
you to. I--"
"I suggested that he go with me, Mr. Snowden," interposed Billy.
"I have a hard route to work today and I shall need some help if
I get over it before dark."
"Very well; go on. I hope he falls off a barn or something.
If he does, leave him."
"For your sake, I shall try to take care of myself," answered
Phil with an encouraging smile.
"Tucker!"
"Yes, sir."
"Start a fire under that boiler. Henry, you show him how to
manage the boiler and mix the paste. I don't imagine he even
knows dough when he sees it."
"I know a dough-head when I see one," spoke up Teddy promptly,
after delivering himself of which sentiment he strolled away with
hands in his pockets, whistling merrily.
The drive to the country in the fresh morning air was a most
delightful one to Phil.
After leaving the town they soon came in sight of a
deserted house. It evidently had been abandoned, for
it was in a bad state of dilapidation.
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