"Somehow, I guess I didn't use to understand you. You're a putty good boy after all."
"It's kind to say so."
"An' it wasn't right fer me to say you sot the barn afire," added Abner, earnestly.
"We'll let bygones be bygones," answered Nat, and then he shook hands with his uncle.
When Nat started back for New York, his Uncle Abner drove him to the railroad station at Brookville. Fred wanted to go for the ride, but his mother told him he must stay at the farm.
"You go and cut the wood," said she, sharply. "If you don't you'll get no supper to-night."
"I ain't goin' to cut no wood," growled Fred.
"Yes, you are—and do it right now, too."
"Hang the wood," muttered Fred, savagely. "I ain't going to stay on the farm. I'm going to New York, same as Nat."
At the depot Nat and his uncle parted on the best of terms.