“Back ag’in, you see, according to promise.”
“Sit down; I wish to talk to you,” said his host, with suppressed excitement.
“I can take it standing up,” said Will.
Mr. Fitler leaned easily back in his chair, closely observing the two.
“Is your father living?” commenced Mr. Somers, in the tone of a cross-examiner.
“Guess not; never seen him.”
“And your mother?”
“Don’t know as I ever had one.”
“That is a strange story. Where did you grow up? What is your first recollection?”
“Come from where mighty few men care to go—from the poor-house,” said Will, nonchalantly.