“I don’t know what arrangements father made,” replied Rodney, uneasy in mind because of what MacGregor had told him. He knew his father was not considered a good business man, but always believed the other man as honest as himself. “Anyhow I’m much obliged to you, Angus, for the warning. Come over and see me, will you?”
“Thank ye, I’ll do that,” was the reply, and the boys parted friends.
While working in the field that afternoon, Rodney was so absorbed in assisting and giving Thello directions about the work they were doing, that he did not notice the approach of a tall man on horseback until a pleasant voice greeted him: “Is this David Allison’s son?”
“Yes, sir,” Rodney replied, recognizing Mr. Jefferson of Monticello.
“I overheard some of your directions about the work, and concluded you have a good understanding of it.”
The boy flushed with pleasure. “Thank you, sir. Thello thinks I’ve a lot to learn.”
“’Deed no, Marse Rodney. Yo’ certain sho––”
“Modesty is a good quality, my boy. I had a long talk with your father the other day. He is anxious for you to have all possible advantages. Now I have books in my library which I’m sure would afford you both interest and profit. If you will come to Monticello soon we’ll select some,” saying which he rode away.
“’Scuse me, Marse Rodney, but dey’ll sho’ think yo’s not one ob de quality ef yo’ talks dat ar way ’bout what ol’ Thello thinks.”