"There is plenty of hard work in this world," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "Of
course too much hard work isn't good for any one, but we must all do
our share. Where do you work?"
"I work for Mr. Hardee, who lives just outside the town of Lemby,"
answered the boy.
"Oh, yes, I know Mr. Hardee," spoke Mr. Bobbsey. "I sold him some
lumber with which he built his house. So you work for him? But what
are you doing so far away from the farm?"
"Mr. Hardee sent me over here, to Lakeport, on an errand."
"Well, if I were you I wouldn't come so far away from where I left my
horse and wagon," cautioned Mr. Bobbsey, for the place where the boat
was tied was a long distance from the main road leading from Lakeport
to Lemby.
"I didn't come in a wagon," said the boy. "I walked."
"What! You don't mean to say you walked all the way from Lemby to
Lakeport?" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, who had now come up on deck.
"Yes'm, I did," answered the boy. "Mr. Hardee said he needed the
horses to work on the farm. He said I was young, and the walk would do
me good. So Mrs. Hardee, she gave me some bread and butter for my
lunch, and I walked. I'm walking back now, and I came this way by the
lake. It's a short cut.
"Then I happened to see this boat here. I like boats, so I thought it
wouldn't hurt to come on board.
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