"
Once more he took the temperature of the steaming sap.
"We're going to put some of the sugar in those tin pails and sell
it," he continued. "Each pail holds ten pounds. And some we shall
pour into those small tin moulds and make little scalloped cakes for
our own use. I reckon you can have some of them to take back to
college when you go. We'll certainly have a plenty to spare you
some, for your father will make a handsome thing out of his sugar
this year. I wouldn't wonder but you're being educated on maple-sugar
money. You better make your bow of thanks to the trees as you go
through the orchard," he added whimsically.
CHAPTER IV
THE REFINERY
Vacation with its country sports came to an end only too quickly,
and leaving the New Hampshire hills behind the Carlton family,
together with Van Blake, set out for New York where the boys were to
make a weekend visit before returning to Colversham.
"I wish while we're in New York we could go through your refinery,
Dad," Bob remarked to his father.
Mr. Carlton glanced at him in surprise.
"What set you thinking of that, Bob?" he asked. "You never were
interested in sugar making before."
"I know it, Father." Bob flushed guiltily. "I ought to have been.
But since we have seen maple-sugar made Van and I thought it would
be fun to see the process that white sugar has to go through before
it is ready for the market."
"Van thought so, did he?" queried Mr. Carlton.
"Why, yes, he thought so.
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