"And where, may I ask?" inquired the squire, with curiosity.
"We move into the Beach house," answered Mark, his eyes fixed with smiling interest on the village magnate.
"What!" exclaimed the squire in amazement and incredulity. "Do you mean the house near mine?"
"Yes."
"You must be crazy," he gasped. "That is a very elegant house, and the rent is high."
"I think we can pay it."
"And your furniture is unfit for so handsome a residence, even if there were enough of it."
"We hire the house with its present furniture," said Mark complacently.
"I don't understand it at all!" exclaimed the perplexed squire. "How can you, being almost a beggar, dream of living there?"
"I think, Squire Collins," said old Anthony, quietly, "that you are somewhat in error as to my young friend Mark's circumstances."