"He heard about the pocketbook, and wanted to see you. He said it was the meanest thing he ever heard of, that the man who lost it didn't give you anything; and them's my sentiments exactly. Here comes the major; I will speak to him about you."
"Thank you, Joe."
"Major Phillips, this boy wants to know if he may sleep in the hay loft to-night."
"No," replied the stable keeper, short as pie crust.
"This is the boy that found the pocketbook, and he hain't got no place to sleep."
"O, is it? Then I will find a place for him to sleep. So, my boy, you are an honest fellow."
"I try to be," replied Harry, modestly.
"If you had kept the pocketbook you might have lodged at the Tremont House."
"I had rather sleep in your stable, without it."
"Squire Walker was mean not to give you a ten-dollar bill. What are you going to do with yourself?"