“How do you do, Kenneth, my boy!” he said, cordially grasping young Harper’s hand.
“I’m very well, Mr. Fairfield, and delighted to welcome you and yours as fellow-citizens of our village. The last time I saw you, we were all down at the seashore; do you remember?”
“Yes, and a jolly time we had down there; we must go again next summer. Won’t you stay and dine with us, Kenneth?”
“No, thank you, sir; I can’t to-night, much as I should like to. I must go home and dig up Greek roots all the evening.”
“You have a farm, too, then?” said Grandma, smiling.
“Yes, and one that’s rather hard to till. But I suppose, Patty, you’ll be grubbing away at lessons next week.”
“Yes,” said Patty, “and I believe I’m not to lift my eyes from my book from Monday morning till Friday night.”
“But Saturdays?” said Kenneth.
“Saturday afternoons, if we are at home, we’ll always be glad to see you,” said Grandma.
“Thank you, ma’am; I’ll often run down, and, take my chances on finding you in.”