"No, thank you; I am very careful. I shall not lose it."
"Boys ginerally are keerless. They are apt to lose money."
"I don't believe you ever lose money, Mr. Wilson."
"Not since I was a boy. I lost two cents once, but it was a lesson to me, and I've never lost a copper since."
By this time they had reached the farm-house. The farmer drove into the barn and put up the horse.
"Now we'll go to work," he said.
The work which awaited Bert was in the cornfield. He was set to hoeing, and kept it up for three hours, along with the farmer in the adjoining row. Noon came, and Silas, pausing in his work, said: "I calculate Mis' Wilson will have dinner ready. We'll go to the house."