His time was up , and now he was to be paid his wages and sent away . To be sure , Martin had told him that morning that a man in East Hopedale wanted a boy for a spell , and that he , Martin , would see that he got the place if he wanted it . But that did not reconcile him to leaving Mount Hope Farm . Miss Salome was sitting in her favourite sunny corner of the kitchen and Clemantiny was flying around with double briskness . The latter 's thin lips were tightly set and disapproval was writ large in every flutter of her calico skirts . `` Chester , '' said Miss Salome kindly , `` your time is up today . '' Chester nodded . For a moment he felt as he had felt when he left the provision store in Montrose . But he would not let Clemantiny see him cry . Somehow , he would not have minded Miss Salome . `` What are you thinking of doing now ? '' Miss Salome went on . `` There 's a man at East Hopedale wants a boy , '' said Chester , `` and Martin says he thinks I 'll suit . '' `` That is Jonas Smallman , '' said Miss Salome thoughtfully . `` He has the name of being a hard master . It is n't right of me to say so , perhaps . I really do n't know much about him . But would n't you rather stay here with me for the winter , Chester ? '' `` Ma'am ? Miss Salome ? ''
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Chester Clemantiny Farm Martin Montrose Salome Smallman left morning right