Part 4 (2/2)

”What makes you go?”

”Bad news, Joel.”

”Be any of your folks dead?”

”It is not death. I haven't any 'folks.' I'm alone in the world.

It's because I've lost my property and am too poor to remain in school.”

”That's too bad,” said the driver in a tone of sympathy. ”Where are you goin'?”

”To the city.”

”Are you goin' to work?”

”Yes, I shall have to.”

”If you was a little older you might get a chance to drive a street car, but I s'pose you're too young.”

”Yes, I don't think they would take me.”

”I've thought sometimes I should like such a chance myself,” said Joel.

”I've got tired of the country. I should like to live in the city where there's theaters, and shows, and such like. Do you know what the drivers on street cars get?”

”No, I never heard.”

”I wish you'd find out and let me know. You can send the letter to Joel Phipps, Groveton. Then find out if it's easy to get such a chance.”

”I will. I shall be glad to oblige you.”

”You always was obligin', Rodney. I've asked Jack Bundy to do it--you know his folks live in the city--but he never would. He's a mighty disagreeable boy. He never liked you.”

”Didn't he?”

”No, I surmise he was jealous of you. He used to say you put on so many airs it made him sick.”

”I don't think any of the other boys would say that.”

”No, but they could say it of him. Do you think his father is rich?”

”I have always heard that he was.”

”I hope he's better about paying his debt than Jack. I lent him twenty five cents a year ago and I never could get it back.”

The distance from the school to the station was a mile. Joel fetched the carriage round with a sweep and then jumped off, opened the door, and then helped the pa.s.sengers to disembark, if that word is allowable.

”How soon does the train start, Joel?” asked Rodney.

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