"'Exactly. And usually I suppose, Master Smith, there's something to carry back?'
"'Almost always, sir.'
"'Something a bit heavy?'
"'Not too heavy,' I said bravely.
"'You see, sir?' said Mr. Petterton to the foxy little man in tweeds.
"I began to realise that something unpleasant was in the wind when this latter person set himself to cross-examine me in a rapid, snapping manner. What was it I carried? I became very red about the face and ears and declared I did not know. Did I ever carry grapes? I didn't know. Pears? I didn't know. Celery? I didn't know.
"'Well, I know,' said the agent. 'I know. So why should I ask you further? Get out of here.'
"I went back to my uncle and said nothing to him of this very disagreeable conversation, but I knew quite well even then that I had not heard the last of this matter."