“Is patent kid finished in this factory?” inquired Peter one day.
“No. All the patent leathers—both patent kid and patent calf—have a factory all to themselves.”
“I’d like to see it.”
“Oh, you will some day, no doubt. I hear they need a new boss over there. The men hate Tolman. Who knows but you may get his job!”
Peter laughed, and so did the other men who chanced to be standing about.
“I guess there is no danger that Tolman will lose his place on my account,” replied the boy with no little amusement.
Many months later when Peter met Tolman he recalled this incident and understood more fully why the men disliked him and felt that the patent leather factory needed a new head.
