“I am afraid there isn’t much chance of that,” replied Andy. “Well, I’ll go home and carry it to mother.”
Andy put the parcel in his inside coat pocket and took the nearest way home.
As he entered the house he did not immediately speak of the parcel, his thoughts being diverted by his mother’s question:
“Well, Andy, did you see Mr. Starr?”
“Yes, mother, I saw him,” answered Andy, soberly.
“Well, what does he say?” Mrs. Gordon inquired, anxiously.
“Nothing that’s encouraging. Mother, I believe he is one of the meanest men I ever knew.”
“He must know that your father paid that note.”
“Of course he knows it. A man doesn’t often forget such a thing as that. At any rate, Mr. Starr isn’t that kind of man.”
“What did he say when you told him the note had been paid?”