“You had a good run after it,” said Mr. Tudor.
“Yes, sir; the wind is very strong.”
“I don’t know what I should have done without you. I am afraid I couldn’t have overtaken it myself.”
“I am afraid not,” said Robert, smiling at the thought of a man of the merchant’s figure engaging in a race for a hat.
“I could run when I was a boy like you,” said Mr. Tudor pleasantly, “but there’s rather too much of me now. Do you live in the village?”
“Out on the cliff, sir. My uncle is a fisherman.”
“And do you ever fish?”
“Sometimes—a little, sir.”
“But you don’t expect to be a fisherman when you grow up?”
“Not if I can find anything better.”