“How far do you live from Brookville?” asked Julius.
“About six miles.”
“Can Corny come over some time? I should like to see him sometimes.”
“Oh, yes; he will have occasion to come often. We send our farm produce here, to go East by rail, and we do our shopping here. Mrs. Fogg will want Cornelius to drive her over of an afternoon.”
“Shall I drive the horses?” asked Corny, his eyes lighting up with eager anticipation.
“Certainly; you will have to do it every day.”
“That’ll be stavin’. I say, Julius, won’t I put her over the road two-forty?”
This remark Mr. Fogg did not hear, or he might have been alarmed at the prospect of either of his staid farm horses being put over the road at racing speed. It is doubtful, however, whether Corny, or any other driver, could have got any very surprising speed out of them.
Teddy Bates was attached to Julius, and, though he was but a year younger than our hero, looked up to him as a weak nature looks up to a stronger. He was very anxious to find a home near our hero. Fortune favored him at last, as a Mr. Johnson, a shoemaker, living only{80} half a mile distant from Mr. Taylor, agreed to take him into his shop, and teach him the shoemaker’s trade.
“So you’re goin’ to learn to make shoes, Teddy,” said Julius. “Do you think you’ll like it?”