"When you advised me how to cure my swollen face. Your advice was good—you see, I have my shoes on now."
"That's a good thing that you are obedient," said John with an approving glance; and the dog, too, seemed to notice his approval of Barefoot, for he jumped up at her and licked her free hand.
"Come here, Lux!" cried John.
"No, let him alone," said Barefoot. "We are already good friends—he has been in the kitchen with me all day long. All dogs are fond of me and of my brother."
"So you have a brother?"
"Yes, and I wanted to appeal to you very earnestly to take him as a servant on your farm. You would be doing a very charitable deed, and he would be sure to serve you faithfully all his life."
"Where is your brother?"
"Down yonder in the woods; just now he is a charcoal-burner."
"Why, we have few trees and no kiln at all. I could more easily find work for a field-laborer."
"He'd be able to do that work, too. But here is the house."