"
"Oh, I wouldn't think of turning you over to some one else. You see
I am interested in your sugar education; I can't allow the boss's
son to get a wrong start in the business," laughed Mr. Hennessey.
"I'm afraid I'm not starting in the business," protested Bob,
shaking his head deprecatingly. "I'm only trying to learn a little
something about Dad's job, so I can be a bit more intelligent about
it."
"You're going to investigate the way your father earns his money,
eh?" chuckled the superintendent. "Well, I'll tell you right now you
need do no blushing for your father's business methods; he makes his
fortune as cleanly and honestly as any man could make it."
"I'll take a chance on Dad," was the laconic response.
"You can do so with safety."
There was a pause and turning Bob introduced Van Blake.
Then after the two boys had been provided with duck coats so that
none of the sticky liquid that sometimes dripped from the machinery
should spot their clothing the three set out for the basement of the
factory, where the incoming cargoes of sugar were unloaded. Here
great bags or casks of raw sugar were being opened, and their
contents emptied into wooden troughs preparatory to cleansing and
refining.
Both lads regarded with surprise the material that was being tipped
out into the bins.
"Why, it looks like nothing but coarse, muddy snow!" ejaculated Van.
"Do you really mean to tell us that you can make that brown stuff
white, Mr.
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