"Would you like to see where I built this wagon first?" he inquired, contemplating George with a thoughtful air.
"Would I!" blurted George Judson.
"Come along; I'll show you," announced Mr. King cheerfully.
Outside the shop stood a team of handsome horses attached to a smart, un-covered buggy.
"Hop in!" commanded his new friend, and George did so.
After a spanking trot through the business district of the city the team swerved in and stopped on Woodward Avenue as at a familiar curb. George saw in front of him a largish house with largish grounds, and yet somehow very different from the Goat Girl's house with which he instantly compared it. This King house seemed older, and it and its surroundings were not "arranged." The yard was packed full of trees and shrubs and flower-beds and walks with a fountain and a little pool.
And when he got into the house it was just like the yard, stuffed full of every kind of beautiful and attractive thing. Two models of fullrigged ships met the boy's eye as he entered the hall, black and shiny hulls, white and gleaming canvas, new yellow ropes.
"I made 'em," boasted Mr. King proudly, enormously delighted with the subtle compliment of George's awed silence before them.
