"It seems strange we don't hear from Harry," said Mrs. Walton, looking up from her work.
"When was the last letter received?" asked Mr. Walton, laying down the paper.
"Over a week ago. He wrote that the professor was sick, and he was stopping at the hotel to take care of him."
"I remember. What was the name of the place?"
"Pentland."
"Perhaps his employer is recovered, and he is going about with him."
"Perhaps so; but I should think he would write. I am afraid he is sick himself. He may have caught the same fever."
"It is possible; but I think Harry would let us know in some way. At any rate, it isn't best to worry ourselves about uncertainties."
"I wonder if Harry's grown?" said Tom.
"Of course he's grown," said Mary.