the look.

It may have been that Mr. Job Lord was the tender hearted man he
prided himself upon being, or it may have been that he wished to
purchase Toby's sympathy; but, at all events, he gave him a large
handful of nuts, and Toby never bothered his little round head as
to what motive prompted the gift. Now he could listen to the story
of the boy's treachery and eat at the same time; therefore he was
an attentive listener.

"All in the world that boy had to do," continued Mr. Lord, in the
same injured tone he had previously used, "was to help me set things
to rights when we struck a town in the morning, and then tend to
the counter till we left the town at night, and all the rest of
the time he had to himself. Yet that boy was ungrateful enough to
run away."

Mr. Lord paused, as if expecting some expression of sympathy from
his listener; but Toby was so busily engaged with his unexpected
feast, and his mouth was so full, that it did not seem even possible
for him to shake his head.

"Now what should you say if I told you that you looked to me like
a boy that was made especially to help run a candy counter at a
circus, and if I offered the place to you?"

Toby made one frantic effort to swallow the very large mouthful,
and in a choking voice he answered, quickly, "I should say I'd go
with you, an' be mighty glad of the chance."