. . .I thought I’d cook some more cakes. I’ve eaten all you cooked for supper, and all the bacon, too. I was hungry.”

“I should say so,” Alex responded. “There was enough cakes for six harvest hands.”

“I’m sorry,” the slender boy said, apologetically, “and I’ll make it right.”

“Forget it!” cried Alex. “It is right now.”

Outside the trainmen were letting the axle, clothed with new wheels, down on the track, which they did with a spiteful bump. For an instant all three boys lost their footing and came together with a dash which nearly threw them to the floor. The incident brought them closer together, socially as well as physically, and they were making friends fast when the car was hauled out on the main line.

“You’re a new one on me,” Alex was saying when the conductor gave the signal and the train went rattlin. . . Read More