boy, you attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle
his accounts if he tries the flogging game again."

"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby,
for the kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling
than Mr. Lord's blows had done.

"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly.

"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the
things in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as
we get into town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large
green chest that had been taken out of one of the carts, and which
Toby saw was filled with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other
utensils such as were necessary to carry on the business.

Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around and found
towels and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry
that Mr. Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he
passed him, however angry he felt because he could not administer
the whipping which would have smoothed his ruffled temper.

By the time the procession was ready to start for the town Toby had
as much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to
do, and his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this
last boy of his was better than any he had had before.

Although Toby had done his work so well he was far from feeling
happy; he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows
that had been inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of