He passed through the front door into the yard.

“Good-by!” he said.

Herbert was about to follow him, but he waived him back.

“You are not to come with me, Sam,” he said.  “I shall leave you for a few weeks with this good lady.”

Herbert stared at him in dismay.  This was something he had never dreamed of.

CHAPTER XXIX

INTRODUCES MR. BARTON

When Herbert realized that he was to be left behind he ran after Willis Ford, and pleaded for the privilege of accompanying him.  “Don’t leave me here, Mr. Ford!” he said.  “I should die of homesickness!”

“So you would rather go with me?” Ford said, with an amused smile.

“Oh, yes, much rather!”

“I had not supposed you valued my company so highly.  I ought to feel complimented.  I am sorry to disappoint you, but I shall have to leave you here for a few weeks.  This good lady will take good care of you.”

Herbert stole a glance at Mrs. Barton, who was watching him with mingled contempt and impatience, but he did not become any more reconciled to the prospect.  He reiterated his request.

“I have had enough of this,” said Ford, sternly.  “You will stop making a fuss if you know what is best for yourself.  Good-by!  You will hear from me soon.”

Herbert realized the uselessness of his resistance, and sank despondently upon the grass.

“Is he goin’ to stay here, marm?” asked Abner, curiously.

“Yes; he’s goin’ to board with us.”

“Ho, ho!” laughed Abner; “he’ll have a nice boardin’ place!”

“Abner, you jest shut up, or I’ll take a stick to you!  You needn’t make him any more homesick than he is.  Just try ef you can’t amuse him.”

“Say, Sam, I guess we’ll have a stavin’ time together,” said Abner, really pleased to have a companion.  “What’ll we do?  Want to play leapfrog?”

“I don’t feel like playing,” answered Herbert, despondently.

“We might go fishin’,” suggested Abner.  “There’s a pond only a quarter of a mile from here.”

“I don’t know how to fish,” said Herbert.

“Don’t know how to fish?  What do you know how to do?”

“We don’t have any chance in New York.”

“Say,” exclaimed Abner, with sudden interest, “is New York a nice place?”

“I wish I was back there.  I never shall be happy anywhere’s else.”

“Tell me what you fellows do there.  I dunno but I’d like to go myself.”

Before Herbert had a chance to answer Mrs. Barton broke in: 

“Abner, you take care of Sam while I go to the village.”

“What are you goin’ there for, marm?”

“I’m going to buy some sausages for dinner.  We haven’t got anything in the house.”

“Me and Sam will go, if you’ll give us the money.”

“I know you too well, Abner Barton.  I won’t trust you with the money.  Ef I gave you a five-dollar bill, I’d never see any on’t back again.”