“Carl Crawford.”
“That’s a strange name.”
“It is not common, I believe.”
“You two will get acquainted by and by,” said Mr. Jennings. “The most interesting question at present is, when will dinner be ready?”
“In ten minutes,” answered Hannah, promptly.
“Carl and I are both famished. We have had considerable exercise,” here he nodded at Carl with a comical look, and Carl understood that he referred in part to his contest with the tramp.
Hannah disappeared into the kitchen, and Mr. Jennings said: “Come upstairs, Carl. I will show you your room.”
Up an old-fashioned stairway Carl followed his host, and the latter opened the door of a side room on the first landing. It was not large, but was neat and comfortable. There was a cottage bedstead, a washstand, a small bureau and a couple of chairs.
“I hope you will come to feel at home here,” said Mr. Jennings, kindly.
“Thank you, sir. I am sure I shall,” Carl responded, gratefully.