“Yes, I shall have to.”
“If you was a little older you might get a chance to drive a street car, but I s’pose you’re too young.”
“Yes, I don’t think they would take me.”
“I’ve thought sometimes I should like such a chance myself,” said Joel. “I’ve got tired of the country. I should like to live in the city where there’s theaters, and shows, and such like. Do you know what the drivers on street cars get?”
“No, I never heard.”
“I wish you’d find out and let me know. You can send the letter to Joel Phipps, Groveton. Then find out if it’s easy to get such a chance.”
“I will. I shall be glad to oblige you.”
“You always was obligin’, Rodney. I’ve asked Jack Bundy to do it—you know his folks live in the city—but he never would. He’s a mighty disagreeable boy. He never liked you.”
“Didn’t he?”
“No, I surmise he was jealous of you. He used to say you put on so many airs it made him sick.”