Hughie works the farm and lives yonder in the kitchen wing." Kenny reached for his knapsack and started toward the boat.
"Thank Heaven, that's settled!" he said pleasantly.

"You saw for yourself what Garry said about work.

Honestly, Miss West, I ought to work.

I ought to put in a summer sketching.

I can sketch here and wait." The punt, flat-bottomed and old, he proclaimed a delight.