On the homeward route they met the victoria, with John upon the box, and Mrs.Tracy and Maude inside.
'There's Maude! Hallo, Maude--see me! I'm riding!' Jerry called out, cheerily, while Maude answered back: 'Hallo, Jerry!' But Mrs.Tracy gave no sign of recognition, and only rebuked her daughter for her vulgarity in saying 'Hallo,' which was second class and low.
'Then Nina St.Claire is second class and low, for she says "Hallo,"' was Maude's reply, to which her mother had no answer.
Meanwhile the phaeton was going swiftly on toward the cottage, which it reached a few minutes after the furnace whistle blew for six, and Harold, who had been working there, came up the lane.

There were soiled spots on his hands and on his face, and his clothes showed marks of toil, all of which Arthur noted, while he was explaining to Mrs.
Crawford that he had taken Jerry for a drive, and kept her beyond the prescribed hour.

Then, turning to Harold, he said: 'And so you work in the furnace ?' 'Yes, sir, during vacation, when I can get a job there,' Harold answered, and Mr.Tracy continued: 'How much do you get a day ?' 'Fifty cents in dull times,' was the reply, and Arthur went on: 'Fifty cents from seven in the morning to six at night, and board yourself.

A magnificent sum truly.

Pray, how do you manage to spend so much?
You must be getting rich.' The words were sarcastic, but the tone belied the words, and Harold was about to speak, when his grandmother interrupted him, and said, 'What he does not spend for us he puts aside.