“You must find our village very dull, Mr. Cameron,” said his host.
“Oh, no, sir; I think I shall enjoy it very well.”
“We have very little good society, I am sorry to say.”
“That's so, father,” broke in James. “I wish you would move to the city.”
“That may come some day,” said his father, thinking of Mr. Temple and his operations.
“How do you occupy your time, Mr. Cameron?” asked Mrs. Leech.
“I walk about in the forenoon. In the afternoon I am occupied with my professor,” answered the young man.
“Your professor!” repeated the lady, in surprise. “Is one of your college professors staying here?”
“No; they are too busy to leave New Haven. I refer to my young reader, Herbert Carter.”
“Herbert Carter!” repeated James, scornfully.