some sort of a nice present. She is the only friend I had left in New York."
"A very nice young lady," returned Andy, and then he went on, with a short laugh: "I wonder what old Caleb Gulligan would say if he knew of our prosperity?"
"And I wonder what Mr. Randolph Fenton would say if he knew how I was doing? I hope when I write to Miss Bartlett that she lets him know," went on Matt. "I suppose he thought that after he discharged me I would go to the dogs."
"Yes, men like him very often imagine the world cannot possibly get along without them. I reckon you are glad that you are no longer in his employ."
"Glad isn't a strong enough word, Andy. It makes me shudder to look back at the times I spent in his offices, being bossed around and scolded from morning to night."
"I think traveling around has done us both a deal of good, Matt. I feel stronger than I have in years, and you look the picture of health, barring those bruises you received from Barberry and his companions."
"Oh, I feel fine! Outdoor life always did agree with me. When I was in Fenton's offices I felt very much like a prisoner in a jail. I wouldn't go back to that life again for the world!"
