The locality was some distance from the center of the city and in a neighborhood filled with factories and saloons. At the corner of the block upon which the packing establishment was located, Robert came to a halt.
"I don't believe mother would like me to work in such a place as this," he mused. "The folks may be honest enough, but they don't know the meaning of the word refinement."
"Lookin' fer sumthin', mister?"
The question came from a very small and very dirty boy who had brushed up against Robert's elbow.
"Hardly," answered Robert. "Is that Rogers' packing house over there?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, that's all I wanted to know."
"Goin' in to see Mr. Rogers?"
"I was thinking of it."
"Better not go now?"