“Shall we need glasses, Prescott, in order to see your pygmies?” asked Dr. Crandon, the next morning, while they were waiting for the car.
“I will agree to furnish all the glasses needed,” answered Mr. Prescott.
Much as Billy wanted to know what Mr. Prescott was going to show them, he had made up his mind to trust to his eyes to find out.
John Bradford was learning so many things that he had long wanted to know that he was simply enjoying things as they came along, and being thankful.
“To the office of the steel works, Joseph,” said Mr. Prescott.
On past the great yard of the blast furnace they went, then along by some high brick walls until they stopped in front of a two-story cement building.
Then they followed Mr. Prescott till he stopped at the head of the stairs, and knocked at a door.
“Come in,” shouted somebody in a cordial voice.
“Hullo, Harry, old fellow!” said the owner of the voice, still more cordially, as he came forward with outstretched hand.