“She has got no money.”
“I should not value her more if she were worth a million,” said Herbert, warmly.
“Of course,” said James; “but that won't save you from being a day laborer.”
“It is my great ambition just at present to become a day laborer,” said Herbert, smiling.
“Of course, there's a great difference between us. But I say, Carter, can you help me with this kite? There's something wrong about it. It won't fly.”
Herbert looked at it critically.
“The trouble is with the frame,” he said. “It's too heavy.”
“I wish you'd help me about it.”
Very good-naturedly our hero set to work, and in the course of twenty minutes or so the difficulty was obviated. The kite would fly.
“You may stay and help me fly it,” said James, condescendingly.