"Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Boy, Esq."
"Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you like it?"
The mower continued to move.
"Like it? Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to mow a lawn every day?"
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. He took a step toward the mower. Boy, Esq. pushed his mower daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there --criticised the effect again -- Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
"Say, Boy, let me mow a little."
So he did.