and of sidewalks crowded with people. He envied happier boys who sold newspapers among those people and listened to what they said to one another.
He stiffened now, as he heard the chug-chug of a motor car on the road. The sound grew louder and then ceased. The car had been stopped, then, at the house. He strained uneasily in his seat as the farmer's wife passed through the hall, and listened for some other voice than hers. Then he braced himself suspiciously, for the voice which came to him was Sallet's.
It was plain that the conjunction of Sallet's arrival and his own dressed-up condition indicated that he was to be taken somewhere else. Why? Had Beman discovered where he was, or Lampert? In that case, Sallet had come to take him somewhere still further from Chicago, and Peewee's imagination shrank in horror from trying to imagine what a place still further from the city would be like.
"Ready, young man?" Sallet inquired, appearing at the door.
