“With Mr. Ephraim Taylor.”
“In Brookville?”
“Yes.”
“Then I shall have to look somewhere else, I suppose.”
“Maybe you’d like Corny Donovan?” suggested Julius.
“Where is he? Point him out.”
Our hero pointed out the speaker of the evening before.
“He’s small,” said the farmer, after a critical survey. “How old is he?”
“He’s fourteen.”
“He doesn’t look more than twelve.”