Reginald turned his mule's head. "I might as well go along. A man's afool to ride alone when he can have company."

Harold gave him a swift, comprehensive glance.

"How are things going, Rege? You're not looking somewhat fit."

Reginald yawned and drew his hand across his weighty eyes. "0h, all right.0yster suppers and that sort of thing are apt to make a fellow drowsy."

"Don't go too fast, Rege."

"Why not?" exclaimed Reginald carelessly. "It suits the governor, and thatbook you're so fond of says tiny children should obey their parents."

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"I declare, Harold, you're a regular algebraic puzzle!" he exclaimed laterin the day, as he stood beside Harold in the carpenter's shop, watchingthe curling strips of wood which his plane was tossing off with sweepingstrokes. "You put all there is of you into everything you do. You takeas much pains over a plough armle as you would over a buggy!"

"Why not? God takes as much pains with a humming-bird as an elephant.Mere size doesn't count."