“Can you direct me to the house of Dr. Crawford?” asked a stranger.
The inquiry was addressed to Peter Cook in front of the hotel in Edgewood Center.
“Yes, sir; he is my stepfather!”
“Indeed! I did not know that my old friend was married again. You say you are his stepson?”
“Yes, sir.”
“He has an own son, about your age, I should judge.”
“That’s Carl! he is a little older than me.”
“Is he at home?”
“No,” answered Peter, pursing up his lips.
“Is he absent at boarding school?”