“How are you, Hector?” said the miner, in an off hand way.
“Why, bless my soul if it isn’t Jeff!” exclaimed the driver, who had been an old schoolmate of Mr. Pettigrew’s.
“I reckon it is,” said the miner, his face lighting up with the satisfaction he felt at seeing a home face.
“Why, you ain’t changed a mite, Jeff. You look just as you did when you went away. How long have you been gone?”
“Four years!”
“Made a fortune? But you don’t look like it. That’s the same suit you wore when you went away, isn’t it?”
Mr. Pettigrew laughed.
“Well no, it isn’t the same, but it’s one of the same kind.”
“I thought maybe you’d come home in a dress suit.”
“It isn’t so easy to make a fortune, Hector.”