"Thank you, Brandon. Won't you come in while I am reading it?"
"No, but I'll wait. I think it's short." Dean tore open the envelope, and read as follows in the handwriting of Squire Bates:
"Dean Dunham:
"I understand from my son Brandon that you are seeking employment, and have no objection to leave home. A gentleman at present visiting me is in want of a clerk and secretary, and he would like to have an interview with you. As he leaves town to-morrow, I send for you this evening.
"Renwick Bates."
Dean felt that nothing would suit him better.
He felt grateful to Squire Bates for what he regarded as a piece of unexpected kindness.
"Your father is very kind, Brandon," he said as he folded up the note. "He offers me a position with a friend of his."
"He just mentioned the matter to me," Brandon said indifferently.
"I wonder if the gentleman is one to whom I showed the way to your father's house this afternoon?"