"What is it, Mark?"
"I saw two old acquaintances of ours from Syracuse, this forenoon."
"Who were they?" asked Mrs. Mason eagerly.
"Uncle Solon and Edgar."
"Is it possible? Where did you see them?"
"In City Hall Park. Edgar had just been having his boots blacked by Tom Trotter."
"Did you speak to them?"
"Yes."
"How did they appear?"
"Well, they didn't fall on my neck and embrace me," answered Mark with a smile. "In fact they seemed very cool."