any of the boys. Uncle Dock keeps me with him all the time. But he says we'll be rich some day and then I can have all the friends I want."
"What does your uncle do for a living?" inquired Joe.
"Why, he runs the mill," answered the boy, evidently surprised by the question.
"But what does he make? Breakfast food?"
"I don't know. I don't know much about it. Uncle Dock never tells me anything."
"Did he move any new machinery into the mill?" asked Frank.
"Oh, when we first came here there was a lot of new machinery put in. It's all in a back room."
"What does it look like?" Joe inquired lazily.
"I've never seen it. It's in a stone room, and they keep the door locked all the time. Uncle Dock boxed my ears once when he saw me near the door."
"Have you ever seen any of the breakfast food?"
The boy shook his head.
"I've never seen any yet."
"Do they ship it all out?"
Lester hesitated.
"Once in a while Mr. Markel goes into the
