“Of course you do. Now, my young friend, I am very glad to have met you.”
“So am I,” said the other, awkwardly.
“You can do me a favor, if you will.”
“Of course, I will,” said Jonathan, “if it's anything I can do.”
“Yes, you will have no trouble about it. You see, I went into a jeweler's near by to sell a valuable ring, and they wanted to make sure I was really a minister, and not intending to cheat them. If you will go in with me, and say that you have often heard me preach, and that I am the Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, I won't mind paying you five dollars for your trouble.”
“All right; I'll do it,” said the rustic, considering that it would be an unusually easy way of earning few dollars.
“You'll remember the name, won't you?”
“Yes—Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre.”
“That is right. The store is near by. Walk along with us, and we will be there in five minutes.”