"And what a
bright color you've got?"
"I never thought of it," said he, and recollected the green and purple
necktie.
"And to think that you've talked with her!" exclaimed Sophie, turning
back to the pictures; and she added in a sudden burst of generosity,
"I tell you what I'll do, Samuel--I'll give you these, and you can put
them in your room!"
"You mustn't do that!" he protested.
But the girl insisted. "No, no! I know them by heart, so it won't make
any difference. And they'll mean so much more to you, because you've
really met her!"
CHAPTER X
Samuel presented himself the next morning and was turned over to the
head gardener and duly installed as an assistant. "Let me know how
you're getting along," was young Lockman's last word to him. "And if
there's anything else I can do for you come and tell me."
"Thank you very much, sir," said the boy gratefully; but without
realizing how these magic words, pronounced in the gardener's hearing,
would make him a privileged character about the place--an object of
mingled deference and envy to the other servants.
It was a little world all in itself, the "Fairview" menage. Without
counting the stable hands, and the employees of the different farms,
it took no less than twenty-three people to minister to the personal
wants of Bertie Lockman. And they were divided into ranks and classes,
with a rigid code of etiquette, upon which they insisted with
vehemence.
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