“You said you were not going anywhere in particular.”
“Because I don't know where to go.”
“Then, why not go with me?”
“I want to find work somewhere.”
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
“That's just what I am not anxious to find,” he said. “My father keeps thinking every day that I ought to be at work, but I don't see it.”
Tom winked here, and looked, or thought he looked, uncommonly sly.
“Then, your father has work for a boy to do,” said Herbert, getting interested.
“Oh, yes, it is spring now, and the busy season is beginning. But that sort of work don't suit me. I will never be a farmer. When I get a little older, I should like to go to the city, and enter a store. That would be jolly.”
“You might get tired of it.”