The distance from the poorhouse to Squire Dixon's residence was about three-quarters of a mile. Jed covered it in less than fifteen minutes.
In the front yard Percy Dixon was strutting about with the airy consequence habitual to him.
"What brings you here?" he asked rudely.
"I've come with a note for your father. After I've delivered it I will stop a little while and play with you if you want me to."
"You needn't trouble yourself. I don't care to play with paupers."
"Don't call me that again, Percy Dixon!" said Jed, his patience worn out.
"What will happen if I do?" demanded Percy tauntingly.
"I may be obliged to give you a thrashing."