"I shan't have much use for my French and Latin here," he said. "Suppose I make them over to you!"
"They wouldn't help me in pegging shoes, Gerald. But never mind; the time will come when you will find them useful. You won't stay here all your life."
"I certainly hope not."
Just then Abel entered the store.
He looked about him till he saw Gerald and a smile lighted up his face.
"Ma wants you to bring home four pounds of butter when you come to supper," he said. "Here's a tin pail to put it in."
"Why don't you take it yourself?" asked John.
"Because I don't choose to," answered Abel, superciliously.
"I will take it," said Gerald, quietly.
At this moment the grocer came round to where he was standing.