Capitolo 5
"Yes, gentleman."
"And it seems strong and strong."
"I believe that I am both."
"My boy, Joel is tall as you, but not so strong. He is goin' to be
tall as me. He is an acute boy--Joel."
"By the way, you didn't write Your left of father how much ownership."
"After the funeral accounts are paid, I suppose there will only be around
three hundred dollars went away."
The Mr. Fox him stopped it deprives and it whistled.
"Father didn't have a lot of talent to earning money", said Harry, soberly.
"I should not say me. Because, that money it won't last at all her anybody duration."
"I am old enough to work for a way of living. It is not anything that I am able there
do you find to do in Colebrook?"
"I guess me I can give him job me--there is more and more or less to do
'you round off a place. I hold a part of man of the time, but I calculate me I can leave
he goes and it assumes Him instead. You see, that will count on Your
approaches, and you don't want to spend too much Your money the fast."
"Very well, gentleman. There is only a thing that I will stipulate; I will wait
one day or two before going to work. I want to look on the place a
little."
While this conversation was following, they had traveled a considerable
distance. A small distance appeared before a square house, it painted
makes yellow, with a barn an a little back on the left and two old wagons
long.
"That is my house", John Fox said. "There is Joel."
Joel, a tall boy in figure, as his/her father came in before and from the eyes
You harry with acute curiosity.
"As I am ye?" Said Joel, extending a red hand covered with warts.
"Well enough, thanks", Harry said not very it attracted his new
knowledge.
"Here is Sally, also!" John Fox said. "Sally, this is my custody Harry,
Vane."
Sally that annoyed a similarity of impressive family to his/her father and
brother, foolishly laughed.
Mrs. Fox, to whom Harry was introduced to the table of supper, it was as
particular in his/her aspect and as pauper of the beauty as the rest of
the family.
Next day, Harry feeling must have confessed him/it, rather nostalgic,