Adequately paid labor is the foundation of all
prosperity."
Peggy smiled cheerfully. He was glad he had had the forethought to bring
Bill No. 1 along with him.
"Hosses is high, too," he remarked, complacently, "an' lumber an' nails
is up. As fer the live-stock I bought fer ye, I found I had to pay like
sixty for it."
"I suppose they overcharged you because a city man wanted the animals.
But of course you would not allow me to be robbed."
"Oh, 'course not, Mr. Merrick!"
"And that nag in the stable is a sorry old beast."
Peggy was in despair. Why in the world hadn't he charged for "the
beast"? As it was now too late to add it to the bill he replied,
grudgingly:
"The hoss you mention belongs to the place, sir. It went with the farm,
'long o' Old Hucks an' Nora."
"I'm glad you reminded me of those people," said Uncle John, seriously.
"Tell me their history."
Louise sauntered from the house, at this juncture, and sank gracefully
upon the grass at her uncle's feet. She carried a book, but did not
open it.
"Ain't much to tell, sir, 'bout them folks," replied the agent. "Cap'n
Wegg brung the Huckses with him when he settled here. Wegg were a
sea-cap'n, ye see, an' when he retired he Wanted to git as far from the
sea's he could."
"That was strange. A sailor usually loves to be near salt water all his
days," observed Uncle John.
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