"Won't you come and dine with us?" asked Mr. Greyson, as they were leaving the church.
Richard Hunter hesitated.
"I don't know if Mark can find his way home," he said with hesitation.
"Yes, I can, Mr. Hunter," said Mark. "Don't trouble yourself about me."
"But I mean to have him come too," said Mr. Greyson. "Our table is a large one, as you know, and we can accommodate three as well as two."
"Do come, Dick," said Ida Greyson.
Richard was seldom able to resist a request preferred by Ida, and surrendered at discretion. So, as usual, Fosdick walked on with Mr. Greyson, this time with Mark beside him, while Richard walked with Ida.
"Who is that little boy, Dick?" asked the young lady.
"That's my ward, Miss Ida," said Richard.
"You don't mean to say you are his guardian, Dick?"