"He'll be comin' and ask me to take him back," said Mr. Tubbs, "but I don't know as I can. I've got a boy. Richard, you may take a bushel of potatoes over to Mrs. Scott's. There may be some other articles to take out. You can ask Mr. Brandon."
"Are you going to ride?" asked Abel.
"Yes; I shall go in the wagon."
"May I go with you?"
"If you want to," answered Richard, with no great alacrity.
Meanwhile Gerald kept on his way to the great city. He enjoyed the trip, and his spirits rose as he sped rapidly on. At length he reached the Grand Central depot, and left the train along with the rest of the passengers.
Just outside he fell in with a bootblack, a lively specimen of the New York gamin.
"Have a shine, country?" he asked.
Gerald smiled.
"I blacked my boots before I came away."