"I advise you to," said Jed, smiling.
When Jed parted from Graham it occurred to him that he would call on Mrs. Gately. She had provided him with a breakfast when he needed one, and seemed kindly disposed towards him.
When he rang the bell of the small house on Twenty-Seventh Street, Mrs. Gately herself came to the door.
"Did you wish to see me, sir?"
"You don't remember me, Mrs. Gately?"
The old lady peered through her glasses.
"Why bless me!" she said, "if it isn't the young man from the country. But you're dressed so fine I hardly knew you. I hope you're prosperin'."
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Gately. I have been quite lucky, but I was pretty low in spirits as well as in pockets when I left you."
"Why, you're lookin' fine. Won't you stay for supper? Luella Dickinson will be home soon—she that tends at Macy's. I've often spoken to her about you. Luella's very romantic."