In the barn! Why not in the house?”
“I haven’t got any money, you know Mr. Bickford.”
“What’s the odds? They won’t charge anything extra for you to sleep with me.”
“You’re very kind, Mr. Bickford, but they won’t keep me for nothing, and I don’t want you to pay for me.”
At this moment the landlord came out on the piazza, and asked the hostler:
“Where’s Tom?”
“Gone home—says he’s sick,” answered James.
Drat that boy! It’s my opinion he was born lazy. That’s what’s the matter with him.”
“I guess you’re right, Mr. Porter,” said James.
I wouldn’t take him back if I had anybody to take his place.”