she said . Chester had been expecting this question , and while coming along the Hopedale road he had thought out an answer to it . He began now , speaking the words slowly and gaspingly , as if reciting a hastily learned lesson . `` My name is Chester Benson . I belong to Upton up the country . My folks are dead and I came to Montrose to look for work , I 've been there a week and could n't get anything to do . I heard a man say that you wanted men to help in the harvest , so I came out to see if you 'd hire me . '' In spite of his weakness , Chester 's face turned very red before he got to the end of his speech . He was new to deception . To be sure , there was not , strictly speaking , an untrue word in it . As for his name , it was Chester Benson Stephens . But for all that , Chester could not have felt or looked more guilty if he had been telling an out-and-out falsehood at every breath . `` Humph ! '' said Clemantiny in a dissatisfied tone . `` What on earth do you suppose a midget like you can do in the harvest field ? And we do n't want any more help , anyway . We 've got enough . '' Chester grew sick with disappointment . But at this moment Miss Salome spoke up . `` No , we have n't , Clemantiny .
We want another hand , and I 'll hire you , Chester -- that 's your XXXXX , is n't it ?
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