Now, it is no exaggeration to say that at that moment if Henry had been asked what he wanted most of anything in the world he would have answered without any hesitation whatever, "A hammer."
He accepted it gratefully, hardly able to stand still, so anxious was he to put it into use on the hill he called home.
"Tomorrow's Sunday," said the doctor. "Shall I see you on Monday?"
"Oh, yes," replied Henry, who had lost all track of the days.
"The cherries need picking," said his new friend. "We could use any number of cherry pickers, if they were as careful as you." He gave him an odd look.
"Could you?" asked Henry eagerly. "I'll surely come down."
With that, he bade his friends good-by and started for home, richer by another dollar, two doughnuts the cook had given him, a pocket full of crooked nails, and the rest of the vegetables.
When he reached his freight-car home a delicious savor greeted him.
"Onions!" he shouted, running up to the kettle. The cook stood by and took off the
