“Were you ever employed in a store?” he asked, pleasantly.
“No; that is, not regularly. I have been in our grocery store at home for a few days at a time, when the storekeeper’s son was sick.”
“You look as if you were about my age.”
“I am sixteen. My birthday came last month.”
“Then you are a little older. I am not sixteen yet.”
“You look stronger than I. I should think you were older.”
Harry felt flattered. All boys like to be considered strong and large for their age, and our hero was no exception to the general rule in this respect.
“I don’t know about that,” he answered. “I guess we are a pretty good match. How far off is Upton?”
“Fifty miles.”
“You haven’t walked all the way, have you?” inquired Harry, in surprise.