CHAPTER X
Samuel presented himself the next morning and was turned over to the head gardener and duly installed as an assistant. “Let me knowhow you’re getting along,” was young Lockman’s last word to him. “And if there’s anything else I can do for you come and tell me.”
“Thank you very much, sir,” said the boy gratefully; but without realizing how these magic words, pronounced in the gardener’s hearing, would make him a privileged character about the place—an object of mingled deference and envy to the other servants.
It was a little world all in itself, the “Fairview” menage. Without counting the stable hands, and the employees of the different farms, it took no less than twenty-three people to minister to the personal wants of Bertie Lockman. And they were divided into ranks and clas
