"'Now, then, boy, what can you do?' asked the old gentleman, with an approving nod to Mrs. Moss as she finished, and such a keen glance from under his bushy brows that Ben felt as if be was perfectly transparent.
'Most any thing, sir, to get my livin'.'
'Can you weed?'
'Never did, but I can learn, sir.'
'Pull up all the beets and leave the pigweed, hey? Can you pick strawberries?'
'Never tried any thing but eatin' 'em, sir.'
'Not likely to forget that part of the job. Can you ride a horse to plow?'
'Guess I could, sir!' -- and Ben's eyes began to sparkle, for he dearly loved the noble animals who had been his dearest friends lately."