“I am not willing to wait.”
“’Pears to me you’re very headstrong, Grant Colburn,” said the farmer in a tone of displeasure.
“I want my rights. I won’t work if you are going to deal so closely with me.”
Seth Tarbox frowned, and looked perplexed. But presently an idea came to him and his face smoothed.
“Perhaps we can fix it, Grant,” he said in a conciliatory tone.
Grant felt encouraged. It looked as if his request were to be granted.
“I shall be very much obliged to you,” he said.
“Wait a minute! You aint got my idea. Your mother has money.”
“What if she has?” asked Grant suspiciously.
“If she will lend you ten or twelve dollars to buy a suit I’ll make it up to her in, say three or four months.”