Harry waited to hear what the old man had to say.
“How do you and my grandnephew hitch horses?” asked Uncle Obed.
“You mean how do we get along together?” asked Harry.
“Yes.”
“Well, we are not bosom friends. Philip thinks I am a poor, working boy, and looks down on me accordingly.”
“It don’t do you a mite of harm to work. I had to work when I was a boy, and I’ve done my share of work since I got to be a man.”
“I like to work,” said Harry. “I only wish I had the chance.”
“So there is no love lost between you and Philip?”
“No; he doesn’t suit me any better than I suit him. He’s got too high notions for me.”
“He’s like his mother,” said Uncle Obed. “I reckon she and Philip ain’t very glad to see me. It’s different with the colonel. He’s a nice man, but he seems to be under his wife’s thumb.”