Mr. Brown looked at the boy's sore foot, and found that there was a big
sharp thorn in one toe. When this thorn had been taken out, and the toe
bound up with salve, the ragged boy said he felt much better. Perhaps I
shouldn't call him a ragged boy any longer, for he was not, with
Bunker's clothes on.
"Mother, is he going to stay with us?" asked Bunny that evening when it
was nearly supper time, and the new boy--Tom Vine--had gone after a pail
of water at the spring.
"Would you care to have him stay?" asked Mrs. Brown.
"Yes," said Sue. "He's nice. I like him."
"Well, we'll keep him for a while," answered Mrs. Brown. "He needs help,
I think."
Tom Vine told more of his story after supper. He had never been away
from the city's pavements in all his life before he went out to the
country with the farmer who hired him. He had never seen the ocean, or
the woods. He did not even know that cows gave milk until he saw the
farmer's hired man milking one day.
"I just don't know anything about the woods or the country," the boy
said to Bunny and Sue, "so you can fool me all you like."
"Oh, we won't fool you," said Bunny kindly.
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