"Why, that is where that man's rich uncle lives!" exclaimed the book agent.
"Is it?" cried our hero. "Then perhaps the lady is a relative to him."
"Perhaps."
"What is the uncle's name?"
"Mark Horton. I understood that he was once a rich merchant of Philadelphia. But he's a sickly old man now. I wanted to sell him some books, but they wouldn't let me see him."
"I hope that young lady isn't a relative to that Homer Bulson," mused Nelson. "If he is, he can't be very nice company for her."
"That's true, Nelson."
"You said you tried to sell books there but they wouldn't let you in."
"No, the gentleman was too sick to see me—at least that is what they said. But perhaps it was only a dodge to keep me out."