"That's all. It's mighty lonesome living at this old mill all the time."
"Why don't you go down to the city once in a while?"
"Uncle Dock won't let me."
The boy was evidently lonely and glad to see them. He sat down on the bank and forgot his fishing in his delight at being able to talk to boys of his own age.
"Do you go to school?" he asked wistfully.
The Hardy boys nodded.
"Every day?"
"Every day but Saturdays and Sundays."
"I wish I could go to school. You fellows are lucky."
Joe and Frank looked at one another. This was the first time they had ever met any one who considered that they were fortunate in being able to go to school.
"I suppose we are," admitted Frank, with a smile. "Although sometimes we don't think so."
"Are there lots of other fellows at the school?"
"Quite a few."
Lester sighed.
"Gee, I wish I could go," he said. "But Uncle Dock won't let me go anywhere."
"Where did you come from?" asked Frank.
"Washington. But even there I didn't know
