“No, sir; we are quite poor; but I have had a place where I earned four dollars a week—at the grocery store. Mr. Mead had a nephew come last week, and now I am out of work.”
“That is unlucky for you.”
“Yes, sir; but I shall try hard to get something else soon.”
“You look like an industrious boy.”
“I like to work.”
“Where do you live?”
It so happened that Harry’s house could be pointed out across the fields, though at least a quarter of a mile away.
“There it is,” he said, pointing it out; “but, perhaps, you cannot see so far?”
“Oh, yes, I can see it.”
By this time they had reached the gate of Colonel Ross, and Harry felt that he might safely leave the old man.