“Weren’t you ever afraid?” asked Emily.
“No—don’t know what it’s like,” said the boy carelessly, and a bit boastfully. “What’s your name?”
“Emily Byrd Starr.”
“Live round here?”
“I live at New Moon.”
“Where Simple Jimmy Murray lives?”
“He isn’t simple,” cried Emily indignantly.
“Oh, all right. I don’t know him. But I’m going to. I’m going to hire with him for chore boy for the winter.”
“I didn’t know,” said Emily, surprised. “Are you really?”
“Yep. I didn’t know it myself till just this minute. He was asking Aunt Tom about me last week but I didn’t mean to hire out then. Now I guess I will. Want to know my name?”