He brought out the rocker for his sister, and a straight chair for himself, tilting it back against the side of the house to make it more comfortable.
“It’s a great night,” he commented, with a sigh of content. “Just see that moon! Doesn’t it look as if it were stuck in the top of the trees?”
“Nights like this ought to make our gardens grow fast,” replied Desiré. “Now what about the job?”
“Well, I have a temporary one; will last about a week or two; and a promise of a steady one for the rest of the summer. Isn’t that great?”
“Certainly is. Where, and what doing?”
“You know we heard that there was to be a bus line through this part of the country?”
“Yes, but you can’t drive a bus, Jack.”
“Hardly; but it seems that the company that is to run it is sending men here from Boston who, though they know how to run busses, know nothing about the country. So I’m to ride around with them, show them the best roads, and tell them local history until they’ve learned the ropes. Of course that won’t take very long, but it’s fair pay while it lasts. They’ll pick me up at the end of the lane here every day.”
“Priscilla and René will be desperately envious of you, I’m afraid.”
“Very likely. Maybe before the season is over I’ll be able to take all of you on a little trip, over part of the route at least.”