"Excuse me, sir," he said; "but may I ask where you live?"
"I live at Number 39, Blank Street," answered the young gentleman; "and my name is Johnson."
"Well, that is lucky," said the old man, smiling. "I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me."
"Oh, certainly!" said Mr. Johnson. "Here it is. You may follow me."
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
"Here, my friend, what shall I pay you?" said the young gentleman.
"Oh, nothing, sir, nothing," answered the old man. "It was no trouble to me, and you are welcome."
He bowed and went on. Young Mr. Johnson looked after him and wondered.
Then he turned and walked briskly back to the market.
"Who is that polite old gentleman who carried my turkey for me?" he asked of the market man.
"That is John Marshall, Chief Justice of the United States. He is one of the greatest men in our country," was the answer.