“I don't see how the squire can dislike us for wanting to stay in our old home.”
“There are a good many things you don't understand—about selfish men—mother. That is why I am afraid it won't be much use to ask the squire for employment.”
“You may be mistaken about his feelings, Herbert.”
“At any rate, I'll go to him, if I can't find employment anywhere else in the village.”
“I wish you would, that is, if you don't think farm work will be too hard for you.”
“I'll risk that.”
In pursuance of this promise, Herbert, after ascertaining that there was no work to be had anywhere else in the village, called one fine morning at the imposing residence of Squire Leech.
James was in the yard, at work on a kite.
“Have you come to see me?” said James, superciliously.
“No; I wanted to see your father.”