“And you want me to help you?”
“Yes; you look strong and hardy.”
“Yes, I am pretty strong,” said Carl, complacently.
“Well, what do you say?”
“All right. I’ll help you.”
Carl gave a spring and cleared the fence, landing in the hay field, having first thrown his valise over.
“You’re pretty spry,” said the farmer. “I couldn’t do that.”
“No, you’re too heavy,” said Carl, smiling, as he noted the clumsy figure of his employer. “Now, what shall I do?”
“Take that rake and rake up the hay. Then we’ll go over to the barn and get the hay wagon.”
“Where is your barn?”