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Mr. Hennessey led the way to another floor of the refinery.
[Illustration: "I SHOULD THINK IT WOULD STICK TOGETHER."]
Here were automatic machines upon which empty boxes traveled along
until they reached a device that filled each one with the exact
number of pounds to be contained in it, the package afterward passed
to women who sealed it tightly and gave it the final touch before it
was shipped. Other women were packing loaf or domino sugar, while
down-stairs in a cooper shop men moved about constructing with great
rapidity the barrels that were to carry larger quantities of sugar
to the wholesale and retail stores.
"I guess by this time you've had all the sugar-making you want for
one day," declared the superintendent. "I'm afraid I've given you
quite a stiff lesson. You see I am so interested in it myself that
I forget to have mercy on my listeners."
He smiled down at the boys.
"I'm sure we have had a fine morning with you, Mr. Hennessey, and we
certainly have learned a lot," Bob said, putting out his hand. "I
can't swear, though, that we could make white sugar even now."
"Faith, I'd be sorry if I thought I could teach any one the whole
process in three hours. It would make my twenty years of study and
hard work brand me as pretty stupid," chuckled the big
superintendent.
CHAPTER VI
A FAMILY TANGLE
It was not until the boys were in the motor-car and returning home
that Bob ventured to mention to Van his strange behavior of the
morning.
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