Every hour in the day the thought of what might have been if he had
not lost his money so haunted his mind that finally he resolved to
make one bold stroke and tell Mr. Job Lord that he did not want to
travel with the circus any longer.
As yet he had not received the two dollars which had been promised
him for his two weeks' work, and another one was nearly due. If
he could get this money it might, with what he had saved again,
suffice to pay his railroad fare to Guilford; and if it would not,
he resolved to accept from the skeleton sufficient to make up the
amount needed.
He naturally shrank from the task; but the hope that he might possibly
succeed gave him the necessary amount of courage, and when he had
gotten his work done, on the third morning after he had lost his
money, and Mr. Lord appeared to be in an unusually good temper, he
resolved to try the plan.
It was just before the dinner hour. Trade had been exceptionally
good, and Mr. Lord had even spoken in a pleasant tone to Toby when
he told him to fill up the lemonade pail with water, so that the
stock might not be disposed of too quickly and with too little
profit.
Toby poured in quite as much water as he thought the already weak
mixture could receive and retain any flavor of lemon; and then, as
his employer motioned him to add more, he mixed another quart in,
secretly wondering what it would taste like.
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