"Does Mr. Herman Wenrich live here?" asked Robert politely, as he tipped his hat.
"Yes, sir," answered the girl.
"Is he in?"
"He is, but he is not very well."
As she spoke the girl eyed Robert sharply, wondering what he wanted.
"He doesn't look like one of these traveling agents," she thought. She had been bothered with agents a great deal lately.
"I am sorry to hear Mr. Wenrich is not well," said Robert. "I wished to see him on a little business."
"May I ask your name?"
"My name is Robert Frost. But he doesn't know me. You might tell him that I came here at the request of Richard Marden, who is a nephew of Felix Amberton, of Timberville, Michigan. I wish to see him about a lumber tract up there."
"Why, that is what those two men came about!" cried the girl.