“Why not? The laborer is worthy of his hire. Now, Carl, let us go into the house.”
CHAPTER XV.
Mr. JENNINGS AT HOME.
Mr. Jennings did not need to open the door. He had scarcely set foot on the front step when it was opened from inside, and Carl found a fresh surprise in store for him. A woman, apparently six feet in height, stood on the threshold. Her figure was spare and ungainly, and her face singularly homely, but the absence of beauty was partially made up by a kindly expression. She looked with some surprise at Carl.
“This is a young friend of mine, Hannah,” said her master. “Welcome him for my sake.”
“I am glad to see you,” said Hannah, in a voice that was another amazement. It was deeper than that of most men.
As she spoke, she held out a large masculine hand, which Carl took, as seemed to be expected.
“Thank you,” said Carl.
“What am I to call you?” asked Hannah.