 Well, he lost one of his shoes. He couldn't come barefoot. This is the dead of winter. Surely he has another pair of shoes. No, sir. He only has one pair. His family's real poor. I did not recognize you, Master Reynolds. Oh, sorry. I accept the apology. Master Till, you are to tell your brother to go to the general store and buy himself a pair of shoes and put it on my account. He is not to lose a day because he lacks material goods.