"He did not approve of my coming to New York," explained Ben. "Then you think he recognized me?"
"I am sure of it."
"I wonder he did not speak to me!" said Ben, thoughtfully.
"Probably for the reason you have assigned—because he did not approve of your coming. Do you expect to call upon him?"
"Yes; I am going to ask if he won't give me a place in his store. He employs a large number, I suppose?"
"Yes; not less than a hundred, I should think, in various ways inside the store, besides scores of seamstresses outside. He has a very large establishment, and is accounted a very rich man."
"So I have always heard," said Ben. "He wanted me to stay in Sunderland and become a farmer."
"And you don't fancy the advice?"
"No. I should never make a farmer. If I had any taste for it, I might have followed my uncle's advice."
"Have you ever seen Mr. Walton's store?" asked the reporter, presently.