The host cut off a liberal slice for Carl, and passed the plate to Hannah, who supplied potatoes, peas and squash. Carl’s mouth fairly watered as he watched the hospitable preparations for his refreshment.
“I never trouble myself about what we are to have on the table,” said Mr. Jennings. “Hannah always sees to that. She’s knows just what I want. She is a capital cook, too, Hannah is.”
Hannah looked pleased at this compliment.
“You are easily pleased, master,” she said.
“I should be hard to suit if I were not pleased with your cooking. You don’t know so well Carl’s taste, but if there is anything he likes particularly he can tell you.”
“You are very kind, sir,” said Carl.
“There are not many men who would treat a poor boy so considerately,” he thought. “He makes me an honored guest.”
When dinner was over, Mr. Jennings invited Carl to accompany him on a walk. They passed along the principal street, nearly every person they met giving the little man a cordial greeting.
“He seems to be very popular,” thought Carl.
At length they reached the manufactory. Mr. Jennings went into the office, followed by Carl.