"That wouldn't go down with her. She's rich and she's proud. We have to be careful how we manage with such customers as she is. That reminds me that her bundle hasn't gone home yet. I'll get you to carry it up right away."
"I don't know where she lives."
"It's a large, square white house, about a quarter of a mile down the road, at the left hand. You can't miss it."
The bundle was produced, and Walter set off in the direction indicated. He had only gone a few rods when he overtook Joshua, who was sauntering along with a fishing-pole in his hand.
"Where are you going with that big bundle?" asked Joshua.
"To Mrs. Captain Walker's."
"I'll show you where it is. I'm going that way."
Joshua's manner was considerably less deferential than the day before, when he supposed Walter to be rich. Now he looked upon him as his father's hired boy.
"Isn't that bundle heavy?" he asked.
"Yes, rather heavy."