"I suppose I ought to consider myself lucky," replied he.
"Well, aren't you? To be young, and well, and to know that if you do
your best you have a chance to work up to something better? I think
it's great! I intend to work up. Some day I may be a partner in
Coddingtons'--who knows! Then I'll dress my mother in silk every day in
the week and I'll buy an automobile. I'd like to ride in one of those
things just once. Did you ever?"
"Yes," admitted Peter cautiously.
"Honest? Wasn't it bully? Where did you go?"
But Peter was spared the difficult task of replying. Instead, Bryant
summoned him, and he was given a wheel-barrow filled with wet skins
which were to be carried from the soaking vats to the lime pits. All the
rest of the morning back and forth he trudged wheeling load after load.
It was stupid, dirty work, and he was glad when the noon whistle blew.
"Let's eat our luncheon together, Strong," said Jackson, "that
is--unless you have somebody else you want to lunch with."
Peter assented only too gladly. It was far pleasanter to have a boy his
own age to speak to than to eat by himself. Besides he liked Jackson.
But even in the fresh breeze that swept the open field, even while
playing ball, even at home after a hot bath and clean clothing, Peter
could still scent the odor of the beamhouse. It was days before he
became accustomed to it and could feel, with Nat Jackson, that he was a
lucky boy to have a "job."
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CHAPTER IV
PETER'S MAIDEN SPEECH
Peter had been three weeks in the beamhouse and had in that time proved
himself so useful that his pay had been raised from six to six dollars
and a half a week. Very proud he was of his financial good fortune. With
few demands in the way of clothing he was now able to lay aside quite a
little sum toward the motorcycle he so much desired. The days at the
tannery passed more quickly. Nat Jackson became his chum and the two
lads were almost inseparable; they lunched together, played on the ball
team, and often spent their Saturday afternoons in taking long walks or
going to Nat's house. Peter, however, took great good care that Nat
should not visit him.
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