"All right, sir."
"When shall we return?" asked Mark, after a pause.
"When does the afternoon train leave the city?"
"At three o'clock."
"We will return then."
"I only wanted to tell my mother when to expect me."
It must be admitted that old Anthony looked like an antediluvian figure in his old-fashioned coat, with a short waist and long tails, as he stood on the platform the next morning waiting for the train. Two or three of the village boys laughed rudely, but the hermit was buried in thought, and took no notice of them. Mark, himself, thought his employer looked queer, but he saw nothing to laugh at.
"Are you going to town with old Anthony?" asked one of the boys.
"Yes," answered Mark.
"People will take him for your grandfather."