"I won't. There won't be no harm in that."
"And don't tell him who it is you are going to consult. Supposing he wasn't all right, it would put him on his guard."
"Thank you, sonny, you are a young boy, but I guess you've got a level head."
"I hope so," laughed Rupert.
"Do you know where there's a good place to take supper—a good country supper? I've been to the hotel eatin' houses, but it don't exactly suit my country taste."
"Yes, Mr. Onthank, I think I can find a place that will suit you."
Rupert took the farmer to a plain restaurant not far away, where he got some cream toast, a good cup of strong tea, and a piece of apple pie.
"That's good," said the farmer, with a sigh of satisfaction. "It's better than all them fancy dishes I get at some places. There ain't nothing like plain home livin'."
Rupert didn't part from Mr. Onthank till nine o'clock, when the farmer expressed a wish to go to bed.