“Yes, sir.”
“Then perhaps you will walk around with my friend, Mr. Conrad, and show him the village. I was going with him, but I have some writing to do, and you will do just as well.”
“I shall be very happy to go with Mr. Conrad,” said Chester, politely.
“And I shall be very glad to have you,” said the young man, with a pleasant smile.
“Come back to supper, Chester,” said the minister; “that is, if your mother can spare you.”
“Thank you, sir. I suppose you will be able to carry back the empty basket, Abel,” added Chester, as his successor emerged from the side door, relieved of his burden.
“I guess so,” answered Abel, with a grin.
“I was never in Wyncombe before,” began Mr. Conrad, “though I am a second cousin of your minister, Mr. Morris. I have to go away to-morrow morning, and wish to see a little of the town while I am here.”
“Where do you live, Mr. Conrad?”
“In the city of New York.”