"I'll try my best," replied Jack taking up his kit of tools.
"When will you be back?" she asked as he started to go.
"I can't say. It depends on the job. Don't worry if it is late."
"All right; I'll keep the supper warm till you come."
So young, and yet a perfect housekeeper!
"She'll make some fellow a good wife one of these days," said Jack to himself as he strode along.
It was a fine day, and the walk by the river side was a delightful one, but the young machinist scarcely noticed the surroundings. His mind was busy with the numerous difficulties that had risen round him, and he endeavored to lay out a definite plan of action by which to extricate himself.
When he arrived at the farm, he found his acquaintance of the previous day hard at work on the patent rake, which he had taken almost entirely apart.
"Just in time, young man!" exclaimed farmer Farrell, wiping the perspiration from his brow; "I thought, seeing as how you didn't come this morning, I'd see what I could do myself. But the job's a leetle too much for me. I've got the pesky thing apart and can't put two pieces together again."
"That's because you don't understand machinery and haven't the tools," replied the young machinist, and taking off his coat, he set to work at once.