“Is your mother at home?”
“Marm will be right out. She's slickin' up. Who be you?”
“You'll know in good time, my boy.” “Who's he? Is he your son?”
“No,” answered Herbert promptly.
Willis Ford turned upon his young ward with a frown. He understood the boy's tone.
“It will be time to speak when you are spoken to,” he said sharply.
“Here's marm'” said Abner, as his mother's tall figure appeared in the doorway.
CHAPTER XXVIII — HERBERT IS PROVIDED WITH A NEW HOME
Mrs. Barton regarded the newcomers with a wondering stare.