“Who is it, Mr. Gardener?”
“I have a cousin, a lady of forty, who thinks of settling down in Wyncombe. She thinks country air will be more favorable to her health than the city.”
“Probably she is used to better accommodations than she would find here.”
“My cousin will be satisfied with a modest home.”
“We have but two chambers, mine and Chester’s.”
“But you know, mother, I am going to New York to work.”
“That’s true; your room will be vacant.”
Mr. Gardener looked surprised.
“Isn’t this something new,” he asked, “about you going to New York, I mean?”
“Yes, sir; that letter from Mr. Conrad will explain all.”