"I have been accustomed to good food," answered Kit.
"You can't expect to live as you have at your uncle's," continued the blacksmith. "Me and my wife have enough to eat, but we think it best to eat plain food. Some of my help have had stuck up notions, and expected first class hotel fare, but they didn't get it at my house."
"I believe you," said Kit.
Mr. Bickford eyed him sharply, not being sure but this might be a sarcastic observation, but Kit's face was straight, and betrayed nothing.
"You'll live as well as I do myself," he proceeded, after a pause. "I don't pamper my appetite by no means."
Kit was quite ready to believe this also, but did not say so.
"What time did you get up at your uncle's?" asked the blacksmith.
"We have breakfast a little before eight. I get up in time for breakfast."
"You do, hey?" ejaculated the blacksmith, scornfully. "Wa'al, I declare! You must be tuckered out gettin' up so airly."
"O no, I stand it very well, Mr. Bickford," said Kit, amused.