"You promised me a suit of clothes when I got ready to leave the poorhouse."
Dr. Redmond's face instantly assumed a look of interest.
"And you have decided to take this important step?" he said.
"Yes, doctor. I am tired of being called a pauper. I am sure I can earn my own living, and I mean to try it."
"I don't know but you are right, Jed. At any rate, you have my best wishes. Come into the house, and I will ask Mrs. Redmond to look up the suit. If I am not mistaken you will need other things also—socks, handkerchiefs, and underclothing."
"I need them, no doubt, but I don't want to ask too much."
"I think Mrs. Redmond can fit you out. And, by the way, I think you can manage a little supper. In what direction are you going?"
"To Duncan."
"Why there, in particular?"
"I have a friend there."