"Doesn't Squire Marlowe do anything for your mother?"
"He gave me a place in the shop—that is all."
"Yet he is rich," said the old man, thoughtfully.
"Yes, he lives in a fine house. You can see it down the street on the other side that large one with a broad piazza. He keeps two horses and two handsome carriages, and I am sure he must have plenty of money."
"I am glad to hear it. I have been a long time among strangers. It will be pleasant to come to anchor at the house of a rich relation. Where does your mother live?"
"In a small cottage at the other end of the street. Won't you come home with me, Uncle Jacob? Mother will be glad to see you."
"I must call at Albert Marlowe's first. What family has he?"
"He has one boy about my own age."
"I suppose you are very intimate—being cousins."
Bert laughed.