“Emma,” said her husband, “this is the boy I spoke to you about.”
“I am glad to see you,” said Mrs. Taylor, with a cordial smile, extending her hand, which Julius took bashfully. He was not diffident in the presence of men, but he was not accustomed to ladies, and felt awkward in their presence. “You have come a long journey,” said Mrs. Taylor.
“Yes, sir—I mean ma’am,” stammered Julius.
“You come from New York?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I hope you will like Brookville. It isn’t much like the great city you have left.”
“I like it a great deal better.”
“What is your name?”
“Julius.”
“You are the first Julius that I ever met. And your other name?”