In a few minutes he found himself entering the yard of the parsonage.
Guy was touched by his father’s evident delight. He began to understand how near he was to his heart.
“Welcome home, Guy!” he said. “I have had my cares and anxieties, but this pays me for all!”
“Thank you, father. It seems good to be at home again.”
“And you have been in good health all the time, Guy?”
“Never better, father.”
“You must be hungry, my son. Come in, and you shall try some of Rachel’s home cooking.”
“Indeed, father, I can do it justice. Were you surprised to receive my letter?”
“Yes, Guy. I thought you were thousands of miles away. How did you like your employer, Mr. Saunders?”
The father asked this doubtfully, not knowing on what terms his son had left the merchant.