“I reckon not,” said the man, quietly. “Just been buying some goods out in the store.”
“Ah! Well, I hope you were suited?”
“Yes, pretty well.”
“I am glad to hear that. I hope you will excuse me now. I am very busily engaged. Will be happy to do anything for you though if I can.”
“Are you anything to the Bucks county Leonards?” said the customer, taking a seat instead of taking the merchant’s hint.
“No. I am not from that part of the country,” said Mr. Leonard, impatiently.
“Not, hey? Thought you might be. There’s a Jake Leonard down there, a real clever fellow. Do you know him? Maybe he is something to you.”
“I don’t know him.”
“Well, well, it was just a notion of mine. Go on with your writing. Don’t let me disturb you.”
Mr. Leonard resumed his pen, taking his free-and-easy visitor at his word. The latter stretched himself out indolently, seeming to wonder at the rapid motion of his host’s pen.