“Indeed, papa!”
“Yes. Good-night.”
Chapter Four.
The Choice of a Boy.
Next morning Dr Grayson took his gold-headed cane, and walked down to the workhouse.
Upon dragging at the bell the porter opened the gate obsequiously, and sent a messenger to tell the master Dr Grayson had called.
“Good morning, Hippetts,” said the doctor, who being a Poor-Law Guardian, and a wealthy inhabitant of the place, was received with smiles by the important master.
“Good morning, sir. Called to look round.”