"Ye needna feel ye are obliged to me, lad.

Ye mauna think I could take a half-day off in the best hauling season and go to town for boxes to rig up, and spend of my little for fixtures." "I knew Mr.McLean sent you," said Freckles, his eyes wide and bright with happiness.

"It's so good of him.

How I wish I could do something that would please him as much!" "Why, Freckles," said Duncan, as he knelt and began collecting his tools, "I canna see that it will hurt ye to be told that ye are doing every day a thing that pleases the Boss as much as anything ye could do.

Ye're being uncommon faithful, lad, and honest as old Father Time.
McLean is trusting ye as he would his own flesh and blood." "Oh, Duncan!" cried the happy boy.