“It's my idea. I proposed it to him. Now, when can you come?”
“Wait a minute,” said the farmer, cautiously; “who's a-going to pay me?”
“Mr. Crane. He told me to engage somebody, and he would pay the bill.”
“That's all right, then,” said the farmer, in a tone of satisfaction; “Crane's a man that always pays his bills.”
“I hope I shall have the same reputation,” said Herbert. “I hope you will, but you're only a boy, you know, and I couldn't collect of a minor. That's the law.”
“I shouldn't think anybody'd be dishonest enough to bring that as an excuse.”
“Plenty would do it, so I have to be careful What time do you want me to do the work for you?”
“As soon as you can.”
“Let me see, I guess I can come to-morrow. There ain't anything very pressing for me to do then.”
“That's good,” said Herbert, with satisfaction. “You'll find me there, and I can ride the horse to plow if you want me to.”