“The apple orchard? Yes.”
“Well, Chester’s bought it.”
“You don’t mean it! Where on earth did he get the money? Do you know what he paid?”
“Two hundred dollars.”
“He’ll never be able to pay for it.”
“He has paid cash down. Besides, he’s got a new suit of clothes and a gold watch. I don’t believe he will be willing to take a place in your store.”
Silas Tripp was amazed. Nay, more, he was incredulous. But it so happened that Chester himself came into the store in five minutes, and confirmed the news.
“Where did you get the money, Chester?” asked Mr. Tripp, curiously, eying the boy with unwonted respect.
“I saved it. I received high pay in New York.”
“But you’ve lost the place?”