"Old Seth? I've not come across him yet. Old Seth what?"
"Old Seth Rimmer. He's a Methody," said Jack.
"It's a lonely place to live, away out there. Has he a wife,--any children?"
"Mrs. Rimmer's always in bed."
"An invalid. I must call and see her, Methody or no Methody."
"And there's young Seth and Kattie."
"I saw the girl peeping out after you'd passed. She's a nice-looking girl. I shall call and get to know her," said the Little Lady decisively.
"We'll go and make their acquaintance to-morrow," said her brother. "What does Mr. Rimmer do? Fishing?"
A nod from Jim. "Keeps his boat up in the river, two miles further on."
"And the Mere? Any fish there?"