“Oh.” Mr. Cummings turned back to his task of rearranging a number of carpenter’s squares in a green box and made no other reply for a moment. The boy waited silently, watching interestedly. Finally, fixing the cover on the box and laying it on a shelf, “Ever worked in a hardware shop?” he asked. “I didn’t suppose you had. What use would you be to me then, eh?” Mr. Cummings peered sharply at him.…
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