“Well, good luck to you,” returned his friend. And then, turning around he saw by his side an eager-faced little lad.
“Well, sonny?” said the man.
“If you please, sir, what did that man want?”
“Pickers, to pick his strawberries and peas for him. Do you know anyone who wants a job in that line?”
“Could I do it?” and Benny’s blue eyes were very wistful.
“You? Why I don’t know. How old are you?”
“Ten.”
“I’m afraid you’d soon give out. It’s no fun to stay among the vines all day in the hot sun, and I’ll venture to say you wouldn’t pick as many for your box as you would for your mouth. How about that?”
Benny shook his head decidedly, “No, sir.”
“You wouldn’t? Well, I reckon Mr. Bentley will be back here for the afternoon boat. You might ask him then,” and the man walked away.