“And you will be guided by his report?”
“Probably.”
“Aunt Rachel, you are certainly very eccentric.”
“I may be, but I am not often deceived.”
“Well, I hope you won’t be this time. The boy seems to me a very good boy, but you can’t put an old head on young shoulders.”
“Some boys have more sense than men twice their age.”
“You don’t mean me, I hope, Aunt Rachel,” said Mr. Norris, smiling.
“Indeed, I don’t. I shall not flatter you by speaking of you as only twice this boy’s age.”
“I see, Aunt Rachel, there is no getting the better of you.”
Meanwhile Carl was making business calls. He obtained a map of the city, and located the different firms on which he proposed to call. He had been furnished with a list by Mr. Jennings. He was everywhere pleasantly received—in some places with an expression of surprise at his youth—but when he began to talk he proved to be so well informed upon the subject of his call that any prejudice excited by his age quickly vanished. He had the satisfaction of securing several unexpectedly large orders for the chair, and transmitting them to Mr. Jennings by the afternoon mail.