“You are right,” he said. “If I depended on Milford trade, a very small building would be sufficient. My trade is outside. I supply many dealers in New York City and at the West. My retail trade is small. If any of my neighbors want furniture they naturally come to me, and I favor them as to price out of friendly feeling, but I am a manufacturer and wholesale dealer.”
“I see, sir.”
“Shall I take you to your house, Mr. Jennings?” asked Leach.
“Yes, if you please.”
Leach drove on till he reached a two-story building of Quaker-like simplicity but with a large, pleasant yard in front, with here and there a bed of flowers. Here he stopped his horse.
“We have reached our destination, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings. “You are active. Jump out and I will follow.”
Carl needed no second invitation. He sprang from the carriage and went forward to help Mr. Jennings out.
“No, thank you, Carl,” said the little man. “I am more active than you think. Here we are!”
He descended nimbly to the ground, and, drawing a one-dollar bill from his pocket, handed it to the driver.
“I don’t like to take it, Mr. Jennings,” said Mr. Leach.