I had apparently satisfied Mr. Dennett's curiosity, for he relapsed into silence. There was a long pause, while I swung my legs, and looked at them expectantly. I was quite ready to answer more questions if they had them to put.
They did not seem to think of any point on which they required information for two or three minutes. Then Mr. Dennett did make an inquiry,—or, rather, a suggestion.
"Perhaps your mother may want you for something, Sam?"
But I was able to set his mind at rest instantly.
"Oh, no; she don't want me till one o'clock, an' it's only half-past ten, now."
"Later than that, isn't it?"
"No, sir. I saw the 'Piscopal clock when I came by."
He seemed to be relieved at this, but presently he had another question to ask: