"Do you think so, now? Well, it does seem kinder cur'us, and per'aps it was, for somehow I never took to that Hunting, though he seems all right."
"Good-by, Mr. Tuggar," said Gregory, rising; "you have given me a good deal to think about, and I'm going to think, and act, too, if I can. I am going to New York to-morrow, and one of the first things I do will be to fill your pipe for a long time;" and he pressed the old man's hand most cordially.
"Let yourself go limber when you come to trust, and it will be all right," were Daddy Tuggar's last words, as he balanced himself on his crutches in parting.
Gregory found Annie in the parlor, and he said, "I have good news for you; Daddy Tuggar is a Christian."
Annie sprang joyfully up and said, "I'm going over to see him at once."
When she returned, Gregory was quietly reading in the parlor, showing thus that he had no wish to avoid her.
She came directly to him and said, "Daddy Tuggar says that you propose going home to-morrow."
"Well, really, Miss Walton, I have no home to go to; but I expect to return to the city."
"Now I protest against it."
"I'm glad you do."