Mr. Tibbetts gave him a Desk at the Office and called him Assistant Something.  His Duties consisted of looking at the Clock and writing Notes to the Gazelles he had met the Night before.  If he had been set out on the Pavement and told to Root for himself, it would have broken him of the habit of Eating.

Link was whatever they called a Lobster in 1880.  Mr. Tibbetts realized that City Life had an enervating Effect on Boys and made them Superficial and Wise in their own Conceit.

[Illustration:  Link.]

Chub was 8 years old and had not yet succumbed to the Matinee Habit, so his Parents decided to ship him out to the Green Fields and keep him there until he had developed a Character.  Mr. and Mrs. Tibbetts knew that all the Men of Sterling Worth, mentioned in Political Biographies, had been raised on the Farm.  They figured that if Chub could be left in the Country to run with the Live Stock, he would grow up to be a Sturdy and self-reliant Character, with no hankering for Soda Water and the Military Schottische.

Therefore Chub was sent out to live with Uncle Jabez Quackenbush, an Agriculturalist who owned 480 Acres and was still wearing the Army Overcoat that the Government had given him when the War broke out.  Chub slept on a Feather Tick up in a Room where they had the Seed Corn hung on the Rafters.  Uncle Jabe would yank him out at 4.30 G.M. and keep him in the Field until the early Candle-Lighting, so that usually he had two Meals in the Dark.  On Sunday he and the Hired Help would sit in the Hay-Mow and read Almanacs.  In the Winter he attended a District School and learned to bound Patagonia, but he did not go to any demoralizing Shows nor learn to pick up flip Slang.

[Illustration:  Chub.]

When he was 18, he seemed to be past the Danger Period, so Uncle Jabe took him to the Train and told the Conductor where to put him off.  On the way back to the City he bought an oval Box of Figs from the Train Boy and lost his Hat out of the Window.  When he arrived at Home and entered the House, it sounded like a Crowd coming in.  His Mother took one Look and fell backward.  There was a Neutral Zone between his Vest and Trousers.  Also he had been raising Warts on himself.

For two Months after he arrived they kept him under Cover for fear the Neighbors would see him.  He gave way at the Knees every time he stepped.  If a member of the Opposite Sex spoke to him, he usually backed into something Breakable.  At the Table he he did a Sword-Swallowing Act and drank out of the Saucer.

“We made a mistake in leaving him so long in the Tall Grass,” said Mr. Tibbetts.  “But now that we have tried the two Extremes, we know just what to do with Art.  We shall send him to a small Town, where he may associate with bright Youth of his own age and yet be away from the distracting and corrupting Influences of the Big City.”