“What can he want of the old lady?” thought Mrs. Mudge, as she went to summon her.
“A visitor for me?” asked Aunt Lucy, looking at Mrs. Mudge somewhat suspiciously.
“Yes; and as he's come in a carriage, you'd better slick up a little; put on a clean cap or something.”
Aunt Lucy was soon ready.
She looked wonderingly at Paul, not recognizing him.
“You are not very good at remembering your old friends,” said Paul, with a smile.
“What!” exclaimed Aunt Lucy, her face lighting up with joy; “are you little Paul?”
“Not very little, now,” said our hero, laughing; “but I'm the same Paul you used to know.”
Mrs. Mudge, who through the half open door had heard this revelation, was overwhelmed with astonishment and confusion. She hurried to her husband.
“Wonders will never cease!” she exclaimed, holding up both hands. “If that doesn't turn out to be Paul Prescott. Of course he's up in the world, or he wouldn't dress so well, and ride in such a handsome carriage.”