"What does all this mean?" he thought.
"I want you to spend the forenoon in sawing and splitting wood. Your mother tells me there is need of a fresh supply."
"I don't understand you, sir," said Robert coldly. "Mr. Webber always saws and splits wood for us."
"He always has hitherto, but this arrangement is to be changed."
Robert's eyes flashed. He was beginning to understand now.
"Why? Is my mother unable to pay him?"
"That is not the point. You are strong and well able to do the work. There is no need of going to unnecessary expense."
Robert's lip curled.
"You really expect me to work at the woodpile?" he said.