“Sho! you don’t say so. Well, that’s a pity. Why, I’ve got forty-’leven cousins and a mother-in-law to boot. I’ll sell her cheap.”
“I’ll tell you what,” said the peddler, “I feel interested in you. I’ll take you round with me for a day or two, and maybe I can get you a place. What do you say?”
Toward the close of the next day the tin peddler halted in front of a country tavern.
“I’m going to stay here overnight,” he said.
“Maybe they’ll let me sleep in the barn,” said Tony.
“I haven’t got any money, you know Mr. Bickford.”
“What’s the odds? They won’t charge anything extra for you to sleep with me.”
“You’re very kind, Mr. Bickford, but they won’t keep me for nothing, and I don’t want you to pay for me.”
At this moment the landlord came out on the piazza, and asked the hostler:
“Gone home—says he’s sick,” answered James.
“Drat that boy! It’s my opinion he was born lazy. That’s what’s the matter with him.”
“I guess you’re right, Mr. Porter,” said James.
“I wouldn’t take him back if I had anybody to take his place.”
“Do you hear that, Tony?” said the peddler.
“Who are you?” asked the landlord, in surprise.
“I can refer to him,” said Tony, pointing to the tin peddler.
“Oh, Mr. Bickford,” said the landlord, with a glance of recognition. “Well, that’s enough. I’ll take you. James, take this boy to the kitchen, and give him some supper. What’s your name, boy?”
“Very well, Tony, I’ll give you three dollars a week and your board as long as we suit each other.”
“I’ve got work sooner than I expected,” thought Tony.
The hostler set him to work in the barn, and, though he was new to the work, he quickly understood what was wanted, and did it.
“You work twice as fast as Sam,” said the hostler.
“Won’t Sam be mad when he finds I have taken his place?” asked Tony.
“Probably he will, but it’s his own fault.”
“Well, I am glad he left a vacancy for me,” said Tony.
“Where did you work last?” asked the hostler.
“No; I just went round and lived as I could. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t help it. I had to go where Rudolph chose to lead me.”
“I don’t know. I got tired of being a tramp, and ran away from him.”
“You did right,” said James, who was a steady man, and looked forward to a snug home of his own ere long. “All the same, Mr. Porter wouldn’t have taken you if he had known you were a tramp.”