He drew them over his trousers, and regarded his figure as well as he could in the little seven by nine glass that hung on the wall.
"There is Kit, the young blacksmith!" he said with a smile. "On the whole, I don't think it improves my appearance. I'll take them off, and leave them for the next boy."
"What did the boy say, mother?" asked Mr. Bickford, upon his wife's return.
"He just took 'em; he didn't say anything."
"I s'pose he's never worn overalls before," said the blacksmith. "What do you think he told me on the way over?"
"I don't know."
"He said he wasn't goin' to work for me at all. He didn't like the blacksmith's trade."
"Well, of all things!"
"I just told him he hadn't no choice in the matter, that me and his uncle had arranged matters, and that I should hold him to the contract."
"I'm afraid he'll be dainty about his vittles. He didn't eat much dinner."