“What's the matter?”
“Oh, I've got a headache.”
“Riding will do you good.”
“No, it won't,” said Tom, confidently; “but if you want a boy to help you, here he is.”
Mr. Banks turned to Herbert.
“You are Herbert Carter,” he said.
“Yes, sir. I would like very much to get a chance to work.”
“You're the widow Carter's son?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Has your mother decided to sell her cottage?”