“Going to be in town long?”
“Not very,” replied Jack, undecided whether to be resentful or amused at the farmer’s questioning. “I’m just going to get a straw hat.”
“What do you want a straw hat for? I never wore one in my life. They’re hot things.”
Jack glanced at the heavy felt on Farmer Finkler’s head and smiled.
“I don’t find them so, sir.”
“Don’t eh? Well, you be around Worden’s drug store in about half an hour and I’ll give you a lift back to school; that is, if you aren’t too high an’ mighty to accept a seat in my humble equipage.”
“I’m not high and mighty at all,” replied Jack with heat. “I’m much obliged, sir, but I guess I’d rather walk.”
“All right; suit yourself. Thought you were kind of a sensible boy, but I guess you’re a regular Maple Ridger after all. Where do you want to get out?”
“This will do, right here, thank you,” replied Jack, as the buggy swung into Main street, where the stores began. Mr. Finkler pulled the horse down and drew the buggy in toward the curb. Jack descended.