"You got a pretty hard hit this morning, then," muttered Jim, glancing sideways in his companion's face.
"Wall, I deserved it, I'll own up to that. I'd no business to talk such stuff before the Squire, letting alone the boy. I'll let him do the swearing in futer, as he's agreed to."
CHAPTER VIII.
THE UNDERPINNING.
What are you going to the blacksmith's for?" inquired Bertie, as he took the reins, proud to show his father how well he could drive.
"I'm going to engage him to mend the tools that the men break. It's very convenient to have a blacksmith so near. In the town where my parents lived, there was no blacksmith within three miles. My father was obliged to go all that distance to get his horse shod."