"Perhaps we can find board in a private family," whispered Grace, in reply.
"How early will Somerton's store be open?" asked Philip of the landlord, who had also served as table-waiter.
"It's been open since daybreak, I reckon; it usually is," was the reply. "I shouldn't wonder if you was the new boss, seein' you have the same name. Well, I'm glad to see you. I'm one of your customers."
"Thank you very much. Is the store far from here?"
"Only two blocks up street. You'll find Caleb there. You know Caleb Wright?"
"Oh, yes; I've been here before."
"That so? Must have put up at the other hotel, then—or mebbe you stopped with your uncle."
"Er—yes, for the little while I was in town. I wish there was a warm room in which my wife could rest, while I go up to the store to see Caleb."
"Well, what's the matter with the parlor? Come along; let me show you."
Philip looked into the parlor; so did Grace, who quickly said:—