“It's a wicked lie!” exclaimed Herbert, indignantly; “and I'd like to tell him so to his face.”
“Well, you won't have a chance for some time. But I can't stand here talkin'. I must be goin' to the store. You two behave yourselves while I'm gone!”
Herbert felt so dull and dispirited that he did not care to speak, but Abner's curiosity had been excited about New York, and he plied his young companion with questions, which Herbert answered wearily. Though he responded listlessly, and did not say any more than he felt obliged to, he excited Abner's interest.
“I mean to go to New York some time,” he said. “Is it far?”
“It's as much as a thousand miles. It may be more.”
“Phew! That's a big distance. How did you come?”
“We came in the cars.”
“Did it cost much?”
“I don't know. Mr. Ford paid for the tickets.”
“Has he got plenty of money?”