He filled two cans with the refuse part of the milk, and then, driving his horse out of the way of any other farmers who might want to get some of the sour milk for their pigs, for it was given away by the dairy, Ferd invited Jack to accompany him. “I hope you git a job,” he remarked, in friendly tones. “So do I,” replied Jack. “But if I don’t get one here I may land a place somewhere else,” for he had a certain plan in his mind, though he did not want to speak about it. “Hey, Si,” called Ferd to a good-natured looking man, who stood in the doorway of another low building. “How be ye?” “Pritty tol’able. How’s yerself?” “Fine. I got up early t’ go t’ th’ circus. Here’s a friend of mine. Can’t ye give him a job turnin’ cheeses?” For cheeses have to be turned around quite often to “ripen” properly, and it is quite a task in a dairy where they make hundreds of them. “Waal, now, if you’d come yist’day I could ’a’ done it,” replied Silas Martin, who was foreman of the cheese department. “But we put a feller on last night, an’ there ain’t no place now.” “Is there any other opening here?” asked Jack, speaking for himself. “I don’t believe there is,” replied the foreman. “I’d be glad to give you a place if I had one, but I can’t. Do you like cheese?” he asked. “I’m quite fond of it,” answered Jack. “Come in and I’ll give you some that’s nice and mild,” went on Mr. Martin. “Want t’ take some home, Ferd? Your daddy likes it. It’s full cream, and it’s just right.” “Sure,” replied Jack’s new friend. The two boys went into the cheese room, which smelled quite appetizing. The foreman gave them each large portions of cheese, wrapped in paper. “This will help out on my meals,” thought Jack. “Wait a minute,” called Mr. Martin, as the boys were about to leave. “There’s suthin’ that allers goes with cheese. Can ye guess what it is?” he asked. “Crackers?” replied our hero questioningly. “Crackers is one thing, an’ apple pie’s another. My wife put me up a lunch this mornin’ an’ I guess she thought I must have a terrible appetite. I’ve got more’n I want.” He went to a closet and came back with some crisp crackers, and two large pieces of pie, which he insisted that the boys take. “I’ve got twice as much left as I kin eat,” he said. Jack accepted his portion with many thanks, and Ferd put his in one of his big pockets. When he got outside he said to Jack: “Say, I ain’t got no use fer this. I had a hearty breakfast, and I’ll have a bully dinner before I go to th’ circus. Take this.” He handed over his cheese, pie, and crackers. “Sure you don’t want it?” asked Jack. “Sure not. It might come in handy fer you if ye--if ye ain’t got no money.” “Well, I certainly haven’t any money, and I’ll take this very gladly, if you don’t want it.” “Naw. I don’t want it. Say, if ye’ll come back with me I’ll see that ye git a good dinner.”