"No; can you see anyone in the carriage?"
By this time the carriage had reached the entrance to the neat graveled path which led from the gate to the front door.
The door of the carriage was opened, and a man got out—a man of less than medium size.
Robert was surprised.
"Why, Jane" he said, "it's a gentleman!"
"Go out and meet them, Master Robert."
Robert opened the front door quickly, and hurried out. Meanwhile, the gentleman had helped Mrs. Frost out, and she was advancing up the walk, leaning on the arm of her companion. Mrs. Frost smiled, and turning to the man at her side, said, "This is my son Robert, James."
"Ah, indeed!" said the other with a smile. "He looks like a stout, strong boy."
"I wonder who he is," thought Robert. But he was soon to learn.