If you say a word more against him, I will leave the
room."
"I tell you your father was a clown and a fool--like yourself!"
John turned and went to the stable, had old Sturdy saddled, and came to
me.
On his way over the heath, he spent an hour trying to find the place
where he had been the night before, but without success. I presume that
Sturdy, with his nose in that direction, preferred his stall, and did not
choose to find the quarry. As often as John left him to himself, he went
homeward. When John turned his head in another direction, he would set
out in that direction, but gradually work round for the farm.
John told me all I have just set down, and then we talked.
"I have already begun to learn farming," I said.
"You are the right sort, Orbie!" returned John. "I shall be glad to teach
you anything I know."
"If you will show me how a farmer keeps his books," I answered, "that I
may understand the bailiff's, I shall be greatly obliged to you. As to
the dairy, and poultry-yard, and that kind of thing, Martha can teach me
as well as any."
"I'll do my best," said John.
"Come along then, and have a talk with Simmons! I feel as if I could bear
anything after what you saw last night. My uncle is not far off! He is
somewhere about with the rest of the angels!"
CHAPTER XXX.
ONCE MORE, AND YET AGAIN.
From that hour I set myself to look after my uncle's affairs.
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