“I’d like to read it.”
“Ben wouldn’t want me to show it.”
“Sho! are there any secrets in it?”
“You see Ben writes confidentially to me, Mr. Winter.”
“I s’pose he wouldn’t like to have me know what hard times he has had. Well, you write him what I tole you.”
“All right, sir, but suppose he hasn’t got money enough to bring him home?”
“Tell him to foot it. He’s young and strong. He can stop at houses on the way, and ask for somethin’ to eat.”
“Wouldn’t it be better for you to send him five dollars to bring him back?”
“No, Albert Graham, I ain’t such a fool. He would keep the money, and stay where he is.”
“There goes a mean man!” soliloquized Albert, as Jacob whipped up his old gray horse and rode away. “Ben won’t be in any hurry to come back to him.”