"Well, this is certainly fine news," said Bob. "I don't suppose I dare go down and see her."
"I think I'd wait a day or two if I were you, Bob, before going down."
Bob and his uncle now retired to the sitting room and were talking over the events that had happened while he was away, when Alex Wallace dropped in to see them.
"How's the new boy, Joe?" asked Alex.
"He's fine, Alex—greatest prize winner at Brookside Farm."
"Where have you been, Bob?" asked Alex.
"I've been visiting my father and mother," said Bob.
"I came over to see about the ice, Joe," said Alex. "I suppose, since you've made the improvements at Brookside, we can't go down to the pond and help ourselves any more."
"You had better talk that over with Bob," said his uncle, as the baby began to cry and he left them to see what was happening to it.
"That's right," said Bob; "we pay for everything we get and charge for everything that goes off the farm."