“Yes sir.”
“Did you give him some hay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And some grain?”
“No, I didn't know where it was kept. If you'll tell me, I'll do it now.”
“No, you needn't. He isn't to have any. He's only a hired horse.”
Considering that the hired horse had traveled over thirty miles, Herbert thought he was entitled to some oats; but Mr. Holden was a mean man, and decided otherwise.
“Where is Herbert to sleep, Mr. Holden?” asked the housekeeper.
“Up garret.”
“There's a small corner bedroom in the second story,” suggested Mrs. Bickford, who knew that the garret was not very desirable.