“I’ll be cautious—never fear! Can you advise me how to act? Shall I call at the farm to-night?”
“Yes. Mr. Brackett is looking out for a boy. His boy left him this morning.”
“I know it.”
“You know it?” said the old man, in surprise. “How did you hear of it?”
“I met Peter on the road and treated him to a dinner.”
“Indeed! What did he say about leaving?”
“He doesn’t seem to be in love with Mr. Brackett,” laughed Andy. “He says you are a nice old gentleman.”
“Yes; Peter and I always got along well together.”
“What sort of a boy is he?” asked Andy, with some curiosity.
“He’s not a bad sort of boy; he liked to play now and then, but he is as good as the average. Mr. Brackett expects too much of boys.”