"I don't know how you make that out."
"Neither do I; but that's the way it looks to me. Must be nice to be where there's grass, so's you can get up in the mornin' an' run 'round in the fields."
"Yes; but that's what you wouldn't be doin'. If you was livin' on a farm you'd have to hustle, an' there's enough work in the mornin' without runnin' 'round the fields, I tell you."
"What did you use ter do?"
"Well, first place, I fed the cows. We didn't keep any sheep; but I looked after the hosses an' pigs, an' then there was a pesky little calf that gave me lots o' trouble. But look here," Teddy added quickly, "there's plenty of time for me to tell you 'bout a farm. Jest now I want er do somethin' to earn my livin.' Can you show me where to get some papers?"
"Are you goin' into the business sure?"
"Only for a little while. I don't count on sellin' papers all my life. You see, I 'low to make money enough so's I can go inter somethin' reg'lar for myself."
"Oh, you do, eh?" and Master Carrots indulged in a bit of sarcasm. "Well, I reckon it'll be a pretty long while before you earn that much. You'll be mighty lucky to have all you want er eat, an' a place to sleep. What have you got in your pocket?"
"Nothin' pertic'lar. That's my baggage," and, in order to prove his friendliness toward the red-haired stranger, Teddy displayed the contents of the newspaper parcel, greatly to the surprise of his new acquaintance.
"What's that little brush for?"